The exact same thing every parent has said a billion times, probably.
"I don't love either one of you more than the other,"
I explained.
"I love you both equally. Now we can talk about this more later, but for the time being: you, go ahead and lay yourself down for a nap.
And you, come with me to play with swords and eat some ice cream."
We're all* still laughing. Because the funny thing is: we don't have any ice cream.
*just me
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More posts below about dads
Becca and I split parenting and work. One works, the other schools, plays, and raises young minds and hearts. Then we switch the next day. We have done a variation of this for over eleven years and going strong.
Strong-ish?
I am not avoiding the phrase SAHD (stay at home dad) for any particular reason, other than the fact that it doesn't quite apply in our case accurately. We both raise children, we both work, we both stay home at some points and work at other points. It's great when there's one parent to work five days and one parent to stay home five days or whatever, but that's not us. We keep things hopping and make things work. Most of the time, mostly well.