There are some days when I am the most awesomest dad ever. This is apparently not one of those days.

It seems that in putting Zachary in his snuggly warm sweat suit, I managed to put him in it both backwards and inside-out, a fact that caused Jackie some suffering, since she took him with her to drop Colin off at school. Apparently she received a number of disapproving looks by people who must have thought he was her kid and she didn't know how to dress him properly. Poor Jackie.

Ok, so I rectified this problem but somehow managed to fail to properly fasten the diaper correctly. When I scooped him up in preparation for his heading out with Jackie, I was dismayed to discover a suspicious lack of anything between his suit and his little buttocks. I was even sadder to discover the disheveled lump of diaper hidden in his pants leg. Jackie laughed at me a lot, and really why wouldn't you; I have just copped the incompetent Dad of the month award.

In my defense, the sweat suit has the nubbly fabric on one side and the smooth fabric on the other, and the snaps on top are off on the side in some weird designer's idea of baby chic. Nubbly fabric should go on the inside damn it! I am a victim of fashion, yeah that's it. And the diaper, well Zachary did say "yes" when I asked him if he'd undone it, but I don't know whether to believe him or not.

I'm now off to find some socially acceptable form of parental hara-kiri. And to think, <lj-user="erisian_fields"> thought I was competent to safeguard her little ones while she was away. Crivens!