
Immediately after Nikki leaves for a party last Saturday, Hunter begins screaming. I start with the burping, move to the cradling, attempt the Mylicon drops, try the singing, the swinging and the bouncing till my arms goes numb – nothing works. Until, I try the dryer. As seen in the photo, I build a make-shift bed out of old towels, start it up and viola! The kid is sound asleep. I then spend the next hour sitting on the laundry room counter, making sure he doesn’t fall off.
Can you say, “Father of the Year?”
SIDE NOTE: If it were up to Nikki, we would have replaced our ghetto fabulous washer & dryer two years ago. I, however, think we need to drive them into the ground.
