Vote of confidence

I’ve watched Ryan on my own before and managed to keep him intact. But for some reason, Gina sometimes forgets I’ve parented before. She’s on her annual overnight with four of our nieces, and before she left she gave me instructions I hopefully didn’t need. Like don’t forget to feed the baby, change his diaper and give him a bath. I exaggerate, but not by much.

When I called the hotel she’s staying at to tell Gina goodnight, she asked how Ryan and I were doing.

“First we went and played at the abandoned nuclear reactor,” I said.  “Then we sorted through the garbage dump for discarded razor blades. After that we sat around and drank expired milk.”

I’d like to think she didn’t believe I would do any of that.