Heard a squawk from the kitchen. My four-year-old decided he was hungry, so he pushed a stool over to the washing machine and climbed up on it. After standing on the washer and raiding the cereal in the cabinet, he couldn’t get down. I found him sitting, dejected, busted and waiting for rescue. It’ll be a picture I’ll show his prom date.
Of course, instead of rescuing him right away, I took his picture.
Dad of the year, folks. Dad of the year.
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