317. Dad Crush Info

This is the finale. After an hour of play, the meltdown begins. The kid is arching her back like a feral cat. She does not want to go in the car seat. Most parents (me) would just brute force the straps and pray. Not Dad Crush. He kneels down in the parking lot gravel. He plays “I’m gonna get your belly!” He clicks the buckle on the count of three. When the kid finally settles, he kisses her forehead, turns on the white noise machine app on his phone, and looks up—for just a second—absolutely exhausted, but victorious.

His name is Dad.

But he showed up. He tried. And he did it with a gentleness that made me feel like maybe the world isn’t entirely doomed. 317. Dad Crush