D'Daddy Doesn't Do Diapers

My dad babysat for us last night so that we could have an adult dinner before The Husband left town. We went to this wonderful, romantic Italian restaurant right around the corner from my parent's house.

We dropped the kids off at 7, left the house by 7:15. Around 9:16 I get a text:

Someone just told me they are poopy. Another one needs a new pull up. The youngest one is stinky. Where are you?

Now, we were pulling in the neighborhood about this time and I didn't receive the text message until later in the evening. To which I responded:

"Hurry up so you can change your kids' pants!?" Diaper duty isn't in the job description, huh?

To which he replied:

I have the right to decline poopie pant changes :-)

Nice dad. Really, really nice.

I told him I would be blogging about this. He was warned.

Love, hugs, and blessings,
The Mama