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by Carlos

Well, Phil writes about his heroin addiction to his child. That's awesome!
I, myself have found the magic mirror. You know the mirror that constantly tells the truth. When I look at my children I see how selfish I am. I'm not trying to get down about me, but my three little girls, in their very sweet ways, let me see myself as I really am.
I guess I'll try to elaborate;
When my first born was 2 years old, I'd had it with all the Sesame Street. I couldn't take it anymore! "That's it! We're watching Gremlins!" You can't imagine how surprised I was to see my two-year old and one-year old screaming as little long-nailed green creatures set fires and wreaked general havoc on little old women. And, damn! You know they don't like Star Wars?!
I don't get what I want.
The other day, my second girl, who is now three, yells from the bathroom, "Papi! Come wipe me!" First of all, that little princess knows how to wipe herself. Don't ask me why she calls me to do the very thing she proclaims she can do all by herself.
But I know her; she's not done making 'caca.' I know she's not done. She always calls me before she's done! So, I call back, "Are you done?" She replies, "Yes." I'm not convinced. "Lani. Are you finished?" She says she is, again, but I have to ask another time, because I KNOW she's not done!
I tell myself that I'm going to be angry if she's not done. It was more of a decision I had made.
So, I walk all the way to the bathroom (which isn't very far, I'm just lazy). There she is, sitting on the toilet. She's looking in my direction, but it's like she's not quite looking at me. She's focused on something else. In fact, she's concentrating. In her small 3-year old voice, with a red face and eyes slightly bulging, she strains to say, "Papi... I have... more... caca." She was pushing at that very moment.
And damn it, I can't even be mad when I want to be! I walk away, because I don't want her to think I'm laught AT her.
So, I'm the second Knight who stays at home with the kids. Tuesdays are mine. I'm not sure if I just wrote a rant or a memoir, but I got a laugh out of it. I mean, who doesn't laugh at poop stories!
Peace