Cinderfella

58 Weeks

I got home from work to a disheveled Daddy who was in great need of conversation with an adult. Mommy was in great need of an aspirin. (They don't tell you that weaning feels like the flu.) "I don't know where I lost it and I'm sorry." I wasn't sure what he meant, then he handed me a tiny shoe. "He had a great time though. It's gone—I looked everywhere—but at least he had a great time." Earlier that day Greg packed up the kid, his car-shaped Flinstone-style walker, and headed to our local park. I saw the iPhone videos. Ren had a blast like he usually does with Daddy. I stared down at the evidence and grinned. Ren can't even walk on his own and yet his father has already taken him on countless daytime adventures his only footwear is a worn out left slipper. Here's to great men who spend their days raising great kids.