Daddy, you’re my favorite…

I’m glad we didn’t have company over. It was a normal evening, after dinner, and we’re moving at the usual snails pace toward bedtime. Our 3-year-old daughter has been a toilet using rockstar for the most part, but naturally, one of the skills not yet mastered is the wipe. From the bathroom, she exclaims with heartfelt fondness in her voice¬†“Daddy, you’re my favorite butt¬†wiper.” Of all the things to be famous for, I guess that’s one. My wife and I giggle each time we think about it, or when someone adds a reaction on Facebook (because you know it...

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