VERY early Saturday morning, Joel and I were not quite up yet when Rowan burst into our room.
Rowan: Dada! Dada! Dada!!!!! DADA!!!
Joel: Yes, jeeze, what is it?
Rowan: Wanna come play with me?
Joel: In a minute, I just woke up.
Rowan: Come ON Dada! Come play with me!
Me: Oh, go on Joel. Go play with your son.
Rowan: Yeah, come’on Dada! Come play babies with me!!! (Runs off down the hall.)
Me: Oh! Yeah, Joel! Go play babies with your son!
Joel: (Grumble, grumble, grumble)
Me: Playing babies with boys is very important. It reinforces vital parenting skills, and shows them it’s a priority, and that it’s okay to…
Joel: In a MINUTE, I just woke up.
( A few minutes later, I hear the following exchange.)
Rowan: Ok Dada, this is your baby…and this one is mine. Ok? Ok. Let’s FIGHT!! Ugh! Uuhhh! Ahh! Ugh, oh nooooo! Ok, I’m died.