Upstairs. Bath water still running. “Want to play mermaids in the tub?” she says. Sure. Then the voice downstairs, “Dad! The game’s on!”
Back down the stairs. “Look Dad, Michigan’s winning!” I look. She’s right!
The voice upstairs, “Daaaad, mermaids?!”
Back up the stairs. “You be Ariel,” she says. I kneel down beside the tub. Sure. Then the voice downstairs, “Whoo hoo! Dad, come watch!”
Back down the stairs. “Dad, look now!” Wow! I put my hands on her shoulders, take a moment to stand behind her chair and watch with her.
The voice upstairs. “Daaaddy! I need a cup! Can you get me a cup?!”
Back up the stairs. “Here you go, this one should work, honey.” I kneel down. Then the voice downstairs. “Dad, commercial’s over!”
Back down the stairs. Back up the stairs. Back down the stairs. Back up the stairs.
Parenting: Who knew? I feel so fortunate. And maybe tired.