Had an AWESOME conversation with my sister in law today about how our husbands are these wonderful intelligent men who every few days just take a stupid pill and don’t know what to do with the baby.

Her example was Deacon asking her when E’s diaper had last been changed – she said a couple of hours. He asked if it needed to be changed. She told him she would go get her super poop detecting nostrils so she could ascertain if a diaper on a child three rooms away needed to be changed or not.

She also pointed out that we create this problem. That when we yell at…. er…. helpfully suggest…. erm…. lovingly mention that there is an alternate way to do something for three days in a row that inevitably on the 4th day they will be too scared to do anything on their own. Thus creating the TOAB phenomena.