I actually had a different post planned for this evening. One based on the curry catastrophe that occurred before dinner that left a certain toddler on the floor under a pile of curry and rice and ended with a certain father feeling like a superhero because he cleaned up said toddler and made more curry. But sometimes ... sometimes somebody discovers a bag of swim diapers from last summer and wants to put one on over her pants and when they won't fit, a certain father who may or may not be on his second glass of wine before dinner might think it is a good idea to wear a swim diaper as a hat so he enthusiastically asks, "Hat?" and before mother can register her formal complaint about this decision, the aforementioned toddler is jumping up and down chanting, "Hat! Hat! Hat!" and, well, the results speak for themselves.
"Got it? Okay, excuse me, I have to take this call on my Ice Phone."
"Hello? No, it's fine. No, not a head injury."
"Can I get a minute here? Seriously!"
"Got it? Okay, excuse me, I have to take this call on my Ice Phone."
"Hello? No, it's fine. No, not a head injury."
"Can I get a minute here? Seriously!"
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