I
sometimes think that my children look at me and then think of a whine. I can walk
into a room where everyone is 100% content and when their little eyes catch
sight of me, they reflexively blurt out a need. “I’m hungry!” “Bink!” “My ankle
hurts!”
They do
not do this with their father, from what I can tell. I am the Need-Filler. He
is the Fun Guy. He is the guest star on the sitcom. The one that gets the laugh
track and canned applause when he walks into the room. I assume those roles
must flip when the father stays at home, so I don’t take it personally :)
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