"You want to dance, Lad? Shake to the right, shake it to the left. Shake to the right, shake it to the left ..."
The Lad quiets. The husband stops the dance. The Lad wails.
"Oh, I know you just want to dance all night. But you can't. You just can't."
The husband is lying on the bed with The Lad for a little belly time.
"Hey there, Lad. I'm the Daddyman. Yeah, I'm a pretty cool guy when you're not yelling at me. I'm kind of like a bigger version of your big brother. I'm kind of like a bigger version of you. But you have more of the mommalady in you than your big brother."
"How can you just stare at me and not fall asleep. 'Cause I'm falling asleep staring at you and you're way cuter than I am."
The Lad is crying again.
"Oh goodness gracious me oh my," the husband says. "Does your belly hurt?"
The Lad screams. "OH! I am angry," the husband says in an accent that sounds a little like the Count from Sesame Street. "'I am angry,' you say."
More cries from The Lad.
"Baby press! Baby press!" The Lad quiets as the husband pushes The Lad up off his chest as if the kiddo were a weight.
Watching my husband be a father is one of the best parts of having kids.