Man, nothing makes you feel like a crappy dad like leaving your kid in a crying heap at the front door in order to catch the bus. I was a little slow getting ready this morning, so when 6:51 rolled around I had to get moving. I said goodbye to The Missus and Robbie, but Robbie grabbed onto my pant leg. It was cute, so I let him hold onto it all the way to the front door. But when I saw that the bus was sitting right in front of the house, I had to get moving. I removed Robbie’s hand, patted him on the head, and ran to the bus to the sound of pure toddler disappointment.
It’s some consolation to know that he forgot about the incident within minutes. But only a tiny bit.