Two dads at the park
He sat at the edge of the playground fiddling with his phone and flicking ashes off his cigarette as his toddler played in the sandbox. Totally absorbed in his phone life, he didn’t notice his son pick something brown and crusty from the hole he’d dug. Right before he popped the mystery object in his mouth another dad sitting nearby said, “Hey little Buddy, let’s play catch. Toss that over here.” Delighted with this game, the tiny boy tossed his find. The dad “missed” the catch and said to phone-dad, “Dude, I think your son was about to eat a cat turd. You might want to check that out.”
Phone dad barely glanced up, before shouting at his little boy, “That’s disgusting. Why the hell are you grabbing sh** like that? You know better.” He didn’t pick the cat turd up, didn’t wash his son’s hands and didn’t take him to a cleaner place to play. Nope, he kept on texting. His toddler, still so young that putting stuff in his mouth was instinctual, kept on digging. The other dad shook his head, picked up the poop, tossed a few baby wipes in phone-dad’s direction and took his son to the swings. Guess which dad I’d want raising my kid?
Two dads at the airport
One sat in chair while his wife held a baby and struggled to keep her two-year-old from ramming her stroller into strangers. When a certain odor ewafted from the baby’s diaper, Mom asked Dad to keep an eye on their toddler while she took the baby for a diaper change. Dad’s response was, “Take her with you. I’m tired.” Mom grabbed a duffle bag, the stroller, her two-year-old and the baby and trudged off to take care of business.