When I pulled into the driveway and heard Van Morrison blaring through the windows it became clear to me just how very different Daddy-time is than Mommy-time. I left Steve to play with Avelyn while I picked up some groceries and got our scummy car washed. (She took a huge dump as soon as I left, Steve told me, and this pleases me.) My days with Avelyn are filled with cuddling and sing-songy rhymes and trying to force some vegetables into her system.

This is what Daddies do:

Obviously, an afternoon with Pops is pretty great.