If only! Yesterday Catie pooped her pants again, shocking - I know, and while Maggie was helping change her diaper, and by helping I of course mean not helping, she said, "Eww, yucky diaper, let's leave it for Daddy to clean up!" Ha! Great idea darling! Then this morning, Catie spit up a little bit on my shoulder and I told Maggie that Catie barfed, she replied, "Catie barfed? Call Daddy, he'll clean it up."
All you mothers out there, can you imagine a world where all you have to do when someone craps their pants is call you husband and it would be all cleaned up? I think that might be what heaven looks like.
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