Dad View

New Baby Boy (who really does need a blog name) totters by, a small plastic ratchet from the toy tool kit in his hand. The Husband raises his eyebrows.

“Hey there. What’s that you’ve got? It’s not a coaster, a shoe, a pillow, the dog’s bone, a marker, a piece of grass nor even a fist-full of dog fluff. Well, now. That’s an actual, regulation baby toy in your hand.” He gives the boy a sideways glance.

“You’re falling down on the job, son.”