Super Hero

So last night, I was finishing up homework while Gabe was giving Mia her bath. Gabe appears in the office door with a bundle of wet baby and exasperated look on his face.

"Well, that was a nightmare", he said.

"What happened?" I replied.

Turns out a black wasp had somehow gotten in the house and as Gabe was preparing to wash her hair, this black wasp was gingerly walking up her arm and on to the top of her head.

In a panic, Gabe frantically tries to come up with a plan. Does he take her out of the room and risk giving her a chill, or worse, sending her into a full blown fit? He can't kill the wasp and keep a safe eye on her in the tub. What to do?

By now, the wasp has flown from her head to the light fixture. He takes a towel and swats it.

It falls into her bath water.

I can't remember the exact details of the next few minutes, but it something to do with her bath toy, the bathroom sink, cutting its head off with the bath toy and watching it wash down the sink, stinging away. All while Mia was happily and cluelessly playing in the water.

All I could say was Thank GOD it was him and not me.

Daddy is a super hero.

Meanwhile...

I spend all day with Mia. We have fun, we play, we frolic, we sing and dance. We sleep. Then Daddy comes home. She smiles and give him a baby hug. And the fun stops there.

Mia seems to be going through a "I only want mommy" phase. She freaks out when I hand her off, or when I walk out of the room, or when I walk into the room. She really knows how to work it too. Before we caught on to her sneaky ways, I thought she was sick, or gassy or something was seriously wrong with the horrible "I am gonna die" wails. Worried, I take her from him and she stops crying and is happy again.

So, Daddy's evening is spent enduring a very angry cries of a little girl while mommy disappears and tries to drown out those terrible wails.

Daddy is a super hero.