It's only fair.
And not scary looking extra arms
Just regular "people arms" that fold-up discreetly and compactly when you don't need them.
I mean, even Big Brother recently commented, "Mom-E you need 8 arms, so you can be like an octopus."
(Except that Mom-E is WAY cuter--and less slimy--than an octopus).
But seriously, that's saying something if even a 5 year-old recognizes that you need more arms.
2.5 year olds, on the other hand, lack that awareness.
You see, we're at a point now, where the moment I get home from work, I'm greeted with smiles and hugs, and requests to be carried by not 1 but 2 small boys.
And I don't mind
(Just to clarify, I can't say "no" to picking them up. If I had a nickel for every time I told them "no", I'd have a truckload of nickels.)
But I couldn't help but laugh the other day when I came home from work.
30 seconds after walking inside, I'm holding 40+ pounds of children, spread over 2 arms.
30 seconds later, Little Brother looks directly at me and asks, nonchalantly, "Dad-E, can you hold this bouncy ball for me and throw away this tissue."
"Sure pal, but only if you want me to put you down (which I already know you don't.)"
"Hey, Mom-E! Got any arms you can spare?"
See you on Fatherhood Friday,