This is a guest post by Mitch. WARNING: the subject matter of what you are about to read is 100% male. Being the resident male in the household, I was the only one willing to "man-up" and tell it like it is.
The other day Clara was playing and started to get her grunt on. Katie took her into the bathroom, sat her on the toilet, and Clara did her business. That alone is pretty impressive. Even more impressive... that's the fourth time she has used the toilet for its intended purpose. She has been known to use it for unintended purposes though. Who doesn't want to splash in a random bowl of water?
Great story so far but nothing that would make a me too proud.
Later that evening I got home from work, and Katie yelled from the other room, "MITCH, will you unclog the guest toilet."
I quickly replied, "Why? I NEVER use THAT bathroom."
"Because YOUR daughter clogged it up today."
At that moment I didn't really know what to think. I was overcome with emotion. My eyes started to water a little bit. My throat tightened up, and as a tear* ran down my face I realized why I was so proud. Because deep down inside, in places no one wants to talk about, Clara had a little bit of me in her. 99.9% of the time she's the cutest, most girly, little one-year-old I know. Which means we couldn't be any more different. But every once in awhile, when no one is looking, just like on this beautiful Spring evening, she shows that she is indeed my daughter. And what dad doesn't want that.
*parts of this story might stray from the truth to enhance the overall effect of the post
This is Ryan speaking - Very touching :)
ReplyDeleteoh man Katie, don't let Mitch take over any more. That is awesome she gives a signal before going!!!
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