This morning, I tried to make a parenting decision based on logic. My daughter disagreed. We reached a compromise, which is a polite way of saying she won.

“What’s your flavour? Tell me what’s your flavour?”

Sat down for five minutes and immediately felt like I’d committed a crime.

Plans were cancelled, and my medical knowledge briefly peaked at “Google said no.”

This is how I accidentally became a stay-at-home dad.