Misty went in to free Eli from his crib this morning. He was spread out on the changing table, sucking down juice, when I walked in. Misty had unzipped his pyjamas and unsnapped his onesie prior to changing the very dirty diaper.
Eli looked up at me. “Daddy turn change diaper?”
“All yours!” Misty chirped as she ran.
Ah, I see you’ve instilled him with a sense of fairness already. Go, you!
What’s up with fairness? What about solidarity? SURELY the latter trumps the former!
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