The quarantine-rush delivery box of toilet paper was left on the landing of the stairwell so that anyone who needed a roll could grab it from a central location.
nosimpleprotege found that these delightful little objects, wrapped in brightly colored patterned paper, were a lot of fun to throw down the stairs.
I didn't stop her, but did teach her that if she's rolling cylindrical objects down the stairs, she should pause once in a while to thump her chest like a gorilla.
When nosimpleprotege handed me the can of Play-Doh and asked "dough, open!" I replied, in the way of the parent trying to gently guide a toddler into correct speech patterns, "Open the dough!"
Then, quietly to myself, "Get on the flo"
And with the inevitability of the tides, "Everybody walk the dinahso"
Sometimes being a dad means laughing yourself nearly hoarse over your own dumb joke.
When my wife told me she was pregnant, my reply was "Hi pregnant... I'm dad."
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