Mr. Mom or just Dad?

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Two little boys were talking in the housekeeping area (kitchen) on old fashioned dial telephones that really work. When they pick up the receiver the children can speak to one another.

First boy: "What are you doing?"

Second boy: "I'm giving the baby a bottle."

First boy: "Oh great, now we'll never get to go out and play."

On a somewhat related note, we went to get our hair cut this evening and our hairdresser said to Bill, "So, were you a hands-on kind of dad when your kids were babies?"

Bill: "Oh yeah I was hands-on. I picked them up with my hands and handed them to their mother when they needed a diaper change."

I'll never forget, when Kyle, who is now 18 was a baby and hubby babysat. I came home to one frazzled grampy. The baby was wearing jammies that unsnapped half way down the legs.

"I'm sure glad you're home. This is a hazardous material situation and I can't get his legs out."

He handed him to me.

He was a great dad and he's a wonderful grandpa, but Mr. Mom he was not.