Very often, my wife does not let me in close distance to 'her' daughter, Millie. Today was a rare day where it was just me and Milllie all morning long. The day began with her not waking up until 9 in the morning, thus she became the best baby in the world. For shorthand, we will call her, BBITW. Unlike her brothers, BBITW's needs are simple, she's either hungry or tired. They are much the same needs her Mom has by the way. Anyway, most of the morning, BBITW just played with her fat cat, Diesel. Most noises that come out of her mouth sound like she is calling for her ba-ba(bottle). She has uttered a few Da-Da's (either going for Daddy or Diesel), but a huge breakthrough today. She was crying, I was ignoring. Finally, I asked her what was wrong.
"Poop," she said."
Lo and behold, there was poop. I changed her diaper. She went back to playing, I went back to ignoring and I expect my father of the year award in the mail any day now.