This evening, I was sitting at my computer, catching up on e-mails.
Abel was giving Poopy a bath. I could hear them talking. Her favorite toy for the moment is a little Barbie that came in a happy meal (yes, I feed my kid McDonalds, as often as possible). She took Barbie in the bath with her.
I hear my husband being incredibly sweet, washing Barbie’s hair, rinsing her off. Soaping her up. I hear him and my heart melts. He is playing with Barbie, to make our daughter happy. How fantastic is this man?
Then he says, “man, Barbie is hot!”.
For the record though, he knew I was listening.