Poop Daddy

You know those parents who go around meticulously collecting information on their child's every move, keeping track of every milestone? I never thought I'd be one of them, especially regarding something as routine as a diaper change. But here I am, proudly wearing the title of "Poop Daddy."

From my first daughter's birth, we shared a unique and unbreakable bond. She always felt comfortable around me, especially during those special moments when nature called. Whenever she needed to go poop, she would crawl over to me, calling out, "Da-da, da-da," with the biggest smile on her face.

Our little ritual became something extraordinary. As soon as she reached me, she would start to dance, her tiny feet moving to an imaginary beat. And then, like magic, the dance would turn into a song, and that's when she would do her business. It was our little routine, something that was just between the two of us, making those everyday moments extraordinary.

When our second daughter arrived, I had to leave shortly after her birth to return to the U.S., leaving her and my wife behind for a while. I missed those initial weeks but was thrilled to reunite with them later. My wife told me that our second daughter had her own way of doing things. She would wander around and do her business, and then she'd be done.

As time passed, she started developing a routine with me, too. Now, whenever she needs to go poop, she comes over to me, letting me know she wants to be picked up. We go into our song, just like her big sister and I used to do. It's our new version of the ritual, a blend of the old and new, creating another special bond I cherish daily.