There aren’t actually any naked Daddy’s in this post. This is ChildWild’s first ever guest post, writting by my much adored and long-suffering husband. The title is his, as is the tale.
Reason #4769 why I married this man: after writing this, he came home and folded a pile of laundry the size of a baby elephant. We all have sweaters again! And socks! Love.
Rio [white-faced and blue-lipped from bike trailer ride without sweater]: I am not going to play outside, Daddy [at kindergarten dropoff, morning choice]
Teacher: Rio, aren’t you cold without a sweater?
Rio: I couldn’t find a sweater this morning.
Teacher: Hm, somehow I find that hard to believe…
Rio: Well…
Daddy: (Uh-oh…)
Rio: … I went down to the kitchen wearing only my shirt and socks and said “Daddy, is it OK to go to school like this?”, and he said “No”, so I went through my clothes box in the changing table and got a pair of pants and went upstairs to get a sweater, but I looked aaaall over the laundry pile and there was nothing there, and then I looked in all my drawers but there were only two sweaters, one that didn’t fit me and another which was only for the summer.
Daddy: (Swallow me Earth. Worst Dad ever…)
Teacher [uncomfortably entangled in our dirty laundry...]: Oh.
Remind me never to forget to have her school clothes ready the night before…
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