My wife and I were sitting on the couch watching TV. From across the house, I hear my daughter yell, “Daddy, come here!”
I go to the kitchen, because that’s where it sounded like it came from, but she wasn’t there. I peeked around the corner and saw the bathroom light on. So, I looked in. There she was, sitting on the toilet. Was she out of tp? What else could it possibly be? I asked, “What, honey?”
That’s what she made me get up off the couch for? So she could ask me math questions while she was on the toilet? “Don’t worry about it, Baby E. Just finish what you’re doing.”
“Come on, daddy. (Grunt) What’s 2 + (Grunt) 2?”
“You don’t need to worry about what 2+2 is right now. The only number 2 you need to be worrying about is the one you’re dropping in the toilet.”
Baby E fixed me with a blank stare while I hear my wife laughing in the other room. Ah, the joys of parenthood.