Dad

Today, I have enlisted in childcare duties. That’s right. I am solely responsible for taking care of our two daughters, Emma and Reagan. Don’t get me wrong. I thoroughly enjoy being a parent. Playing is my expertise, if you will. Toys and games with my girls, I've got it covered! It's when the word responsibility comes into action, where my job as dad gets . . . sticky at times.

About a week ago, Rachel left me in charge. Yes, I was the primary caregiver for a few hours. That is when the phrase Daddy Day Care will ring a bell for many of you. I was doing a terrific job! Emma was dressed in her school attire and she almost arrived at school on time. Arriving back at home, it was easy for me to fall into my usual routine: relaxing, drinking coffee and taking care of some minor chores. This is when things seemed to be a little too quiet. Not the peaceful silence of a quiet household, but more like the, “what-is-she-doing?” kind of quiet moment.

As I walked back into the living room, I noticed Reagan sitting on the floor with her socks off. She lifted her hands and feet as she proudly began to show me her beautiful fingernails and toenails. Apparently, Rachel left the nail polish on the window sill within the range of Reagan's reach. Reagan had painted a Picasso masterpiece on her hands and feet, along with her face. She must have known I would not be gone for long and painted herself as quickly as she could! I learned very quickly, that stuff takes a while to clean off. We will not discuss the health hazards of polish remover on my two-year-olds face. But it’s all part of being a parent.

As a Dad, I'm looking forward to the tickle times, homemade snacks and many more uh-oh moments that have yet to come. Children truly are a blessing. Have a great day.

Nick Peppo