It is about time I told you about my wife and two children. May is two years old, and June is six months old, and my wife is a prominent lawyer who often struggles with a guilty conscience: that of not spending enough time with the kids.
Her successful and rewarding career is our major source of income. She can't stay home to take care of the kids. So I am left to care for my two children; I too struggle with questions of self worth: my wife makes a *lot* more money than I do. Maybe I should start looking for a baby-sitter and get another job!
If any single man could see and smell the mess little June made in her diapers today (I spilled it all over the kitchen floor!), they would have wondered why anyone in their right minds would get married in the first place!
Then May's doll fell into the you know what. To top everything off, things just disappeared from the house: my keys, my socks, my toothbrush... I wonder where women acquire that natural ability to find things we men misplace.
My wife, mother of my children, has the sweetest name of them all... April is her name, April Fool.
Gotcha! :-0
From "So you want to write April Fool stories?" by Lenny Din.
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