I'm the full-time parent. And, obviously, Mark is the one with a great relationship with our little toadlets. He's the patient, full-of love and long suffering father.And I love it.
So, here's a typical evening out with the children, like tonight at a friend's birthday picnic.
Me greeting Hostess: "Happy Birthday! It's so good to see you! Thanks for inviting us . . . ." (continues to talk for 10 minutes)
Mark: (carrying Fin, dragging Asher, and hollering after Jaxon) "Jess, do you want to sit over there?"
Me: "Sure honey, just a sec. " (continues chatting)
Mark: (finds a place to sit, corrals children, eyes table for possible foods that children will actually eat)
Me: (joining family) "Are you guys ready to eat?"
Mark and Me: (go to table and get food)
Mark: (sits down and gives a plate of food to Asher, helps Finley eat some watermelon, looks for Jaxon who's off playing on the hammock)
Me: "mmm, this sandwich is delicious. I think the salad turned out pretty well."
Mark: "Did you get any food for Jaxon?"
Me: (frowning) "Uh, no." (continues eating)
Mark: (returns to table to get food for himself.) (upon return) "Jess, what is Finley eating? Did you give that to him?"
Me: (confused) "What? Oh, yeah, I think Asher did" (continues to visit with friends)
Mark: (looking for Jaxon) "Well, I think Jaxon's going to skip dinner tonight"
(continues for 1 hour)
Mark: (exhausted) "I think it's time to go"
Me: (disappointed) "Already?"
Mark: "Yes. I'll get the kids, you get the stuff."
Me: "Well, there's not that much stuff, let's go together."
(we get to the van, and get home)
Me: "Where's the salad bowl? Did we forget it?"
Mark: "I guess. You were supposed to get the stuff."
Me: "Crap. I love that salad bowl."
The End.
And I wonder why Mark doesn't like to go places with the kids!?
