chicagodads

(Caveat lector: When last we left our hero, he was talking about a male friend of the family who helps to watch the baby but doesn’t really change diapers. And now we continue with our saga.)

There was a time, come to think of it, when I went to my friend’s parents’ house to pick up my daughter. And she was very little at this stage, and not yet able to walk, so she could easily be held by one hand under her diaper-laden butt. Often, that’s how we would carry her, with one arm steadying her of course. He brought her out to the front as I was coming. And at this point, he highly resisted the idea of carrying around a diaper bag, even one as deliberately unisex as ours (it’s like a green and hazel brown messenger bag fell into a vat of plastic). But as he was lifting her, I think he had regrets about that decision. Dark, warm and liquidy regrets.

Fortunately, I was carrying her bag anyway and we rushed back into the house to take care of her. Or rather, to watch her being cared for by his sister while I was being escorted through the house and force-fed some delicious homemade Puerto Rican cuisine and he gathered his possessions.

And yes, he now bravely carries the baby-bag on longer trips.

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