Only A Daddy

On Tuesday afternoon Jake met me in Ames and took JJ & Jayla home so that I could run some errands. When I pulled into our driveway at home I noticed Jayla’s blanket next to the car on the lawn. I went over to pick it up, and that’s when I saw it…throw-up. Oh no, I thought. I went in the front door, and this is what I saw:

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Jayla was sitting in her old infant seat right smack in front of the tv wearing JJ’s old basketball t-shirt, sweatpants, tight grip on her baby, and with a look on her face that could only be described as, “Help Mommy!”

“She puked on me,” Jake announced.

I started laughing because Jake always gets puked on. Always. Every. Single. Time.

“Why is she wearing JJ’s t-shirt?” I asked.

“Because she has no comfortable clothes,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Oh. Where did you find the infant seat?” I asked.

“In the basement,” he said.

Is it safe to say that only a daddy would think to put a sick baby in sweatpants, in a make-shift recliner, in front of a tv?