Okay, first, let me explain the title of this blog, lest Better Off Dad and his legion of Daddies swarm my apartment. It is not that Mommies don’t screw up…on the contrary, I screw up several times a day. It is just that, because Mommy is always screwing up, my screw-ups don’t hurt nearly as much as Daddy’s.
Daddy is a superhero in our home. He swoops in at the end of a long day and saves Dom from my endless Nos. They wrestle on the sofa, throwing pillows in every direction, not caring that someone (ahem…that would be me) will have to put them back again. Here, Daddy is the one who can do no wrong. He is more than a role model to Dom – he is his idol.
Jumping in puddles, rolling in leaves…my OCD kicks in at the thought (my eye just started twitching – seriously). Those are Daddy jobs, and he does them perfectly. He is the one entrusted with Dom’s most precious items…rocks, leaves and sticks (Probably because I only hold onto any of the above until Dom loses interest, then I drop them).
And that leads us to the entire point of this blog entry. We went to Harris Teeter tonight, and Dom got a balloon. Daddy held it all the way to the car. He held it as he put groceries in the trunk and I returned the cart. He held it as he buckled Dom into his carseat (And that is why he is entrusted with the important stuff…he is that trustworthy).
Somehow, once Dom was in his carseat and Daddy let go of the balloon, a gust of wind grabbed it, pulled it out of the car, and sent it twirling into the sky. Let me interject here for a moment – Dom has lost balloons before. On at least every other Trader Joe’s visit, a balloon escapes in the parking lot. We released balloons on Rivi’s birthday with no problem.
Yet this time, it was apparently the most horrific experience of his life. Dom looked at Daddy and said, “You lost my balloon! BALLOON! Oh, no! My balloon!” The sobs, tears and snot started as he looked at us, heartbroken. “No, Daddy! My balloon! You lost my balloon!”
I have no idea how long Daddy and I spent looking up at the sky, watching the balloon disappear into the night and listening to Dom cry. But an employee, noticing our dilemma, ran back into the store and brought out another balloon. He handed it to Dom, who immediately stopped crying. He looked at us appraisingly, and then he said, “Here, Mommy. Hold balloon.”