We’re at the park. It is a lovely day and Crappy Papa and I are relaxing on a bench and Crappy Boy and Crappy Baby are playing nearby.
The kids find a bug and they are fascinated by it. They gingerly pass it back and forth between them. There is laughter. There is conversation. There is cooperation and wide-eyed brotherly innocence.
It’s a sweet moment.
I suggest taking a picture to Crappy Papa. He nods in agreement. It really is a sweet and special moment.
He has his phone on him so he digs it out of his pocket and gets ready to take a picture.
But he pauses and says:
He does not have that parent thing where he wants to take gobs of photos of the kids like I do. It doesn’t even occur to him.
To be fair to Crappy Husband, it was a pretty cool bug.