But, occasionally, I’m sure some bottles will be needed, and lately, my daughter has practiced her technique on me. She starts by holding a toy bottle to my mouth, and after a few moments, she tells me to hold it, because she has other items to care of around the house.
Eventually, she asks me if I’m finished, and I say, “sure,” which is immediately rebuked, since “babies don’t talk, Dad.” I tell her 100 times not to stand on her chair at the dinner table, but I only need to tell her once that babies don’t talk, and she grabs on to that.
Even though my wife and I might not have the whole house baby-proofed yet, we’re confident our extra set of eyes will make the transition to two children seamless.
Or maybe I will have yet again another new definition of “tired.”
Scott Levine is the Associate Editor of the Clinton Herald. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.