I am a dad. Yeah you might know that already, but what you might not know is how integrated I am into dad mode. I am a dad, pretty much all the time. Let me give you an example.
Yesterday, while we were out for dinner for my daughters birthday, and while we were waiting for dinner to arrive, I saw the end of a golf tournament. After the guy won, his wife came over and handed him his young son.
Of course the first thing I thought of the Bill Cosby routine, Jeffrey. “She handed Jeffery to his father and punched him dead in the face.”
But after that I enjoyed the scene of him walking along holding his son and giving the crowds a high five. About half way through, he switched hands, moving the kid to the other hand.
Now I understand that this might truly be because he had just had a “hard day of golf” (that is a subject for a whole other post) But the first thought in my head had nothing to do with his being tired, and it was something that just about every father had encountered. Ugh! Kid you need a new diaper, and the nearest diaper is likely back in the car.
Like I said, I am a dad. What can I say.