For a brief while, my husband was a stay-at-home dad. It was a lovely thing for all of us, because I really liked coming home to a clean house, completed chores, and a hot dinner. Thankfully, Claus is an excellent cook with long-stymied culinary aspirations.
I came home one day and the dryer was tumbling, the living room was photo shoot-ready, and the kitchen bar counter was just one beautiful, ten foot long streak of black granite, no longer interrupted by piles of papers, toys, food wrappers, and other domestic detritus.
When he walked in the door, he said he had been at yoga, swimming, then a social lunch. I praised his work and we both marveled at the rare sighting of our countertop. Of course, as soon as Hurricane Olivia barreled through the door that afternoon all his work came undone in about ten minutes.
I knew Olivia and I would appreciate his home-work, but Claus says it surprised him that he liked being a house dad so much. He thought it would be more boring and small.
The idea of a Mr. Mom is fun for us, but apparently, jolting to others. Olivia's adorable friend Kiryan came over one weekend and, after Claus served them mac n' cheese for dinner, remarked with wide-eyed wonder, "Olivia! Your parents are so interesting!"
I asked, "Is it because he cooks?"
"Yeah!" she exclaimed. (pause) "This is very confusing to me."
I love this kid, but Claus and I had a good laugh in private and are now thinking about having him wear an apron and start baking brownies next time Kiryan comes.
Truth be told, we're not fully pranking her. He really does make awesome brownies. Just not with an apron. We're saving that one for Kiryan.