There’s something about being the stay-at-home parent that seems to give that parent super powers. I don’t know how many times Casey could pack a bag for a going out for the day trip in the time it would take me to pack just one simple bag.
It’s like she has all of this stuff down to a science. She was the first one to discover that the back of our car could be used as a changing table. She was also the one who decided to put together various kid emergency kits for our cars.
When she first put an emergency change of clothing in the trunk of our car for our toddler Addie, I thought, “pffft, that’s not necessary—it’s just taking up space in the trunk.” I had the same thought when she bought a pack of water bottles and loaded them in the trunk.
We lived in a city of nearly two million people we weren’t ever going to be lost in the wilderness. Our home would never be more than a half hour drive from wherever we happened to be any given day when we felt thirsty. Even if we couldn’t wait thirty minutes to get a drink, there would always be hundreds of stores surrounding us that we could stop in to get a drink.
My thoughts on the subject completely changed one 4th of July holiday, and that’s when I began thinking of my wife as some super human parent.
We had decided to do something a little more historic for the 4th of July that year. My wife suggested that we visit the Benjamin Harrison home here in Indianapolis. The Benjamin Harrison home would give us a sense of American pride and history, and the home was serving ice cream cones for anyone who visited. It seemed like a win-win thing to do.
We arrived at the Benjamin Harrison home and realized there were hundreds of people who had the same idea as us. There were so many people at the home that we had to park on the street quite a ways away from the home. We walked to the home and went through a hot and annoying tour of the home. After our tour we headed outside for our promised ice cream cone only to discover that the Benjamin Harrison Home had only bought enough ice cream for a handful of tourists.
We started our trek back to our car when Addie stepped in a giant pile of dog poop. This pile of dog poop must have been cow patty sized, because her flip-flop, foot, and leg were covered in stinky dog poo.
I had no idea what to do. I told Addie to start wiping her leg on the grass while I searched for a stick to scrape off the poo. Casey didn’t say anything but disappeared behind the trunk of the car. It was like she was Superman and she was going into her phone booth to change into her super hero costume. She emerged with an emergency pack of wipes, clothes, shoes and water.
She wiped all of the poo off Addie’s legs and feet and washed her down with the emergency water. She then had Addie change her clothes in the back of the car. Just like that the nasty smell of dog poo was gone and we were ready to go to our next adventure for the day.
The moral of the story? Keep an emergency pack of wipes, clothes, and water in your car. Otherwise, you could end up driving for a very stinky thirty minutes while your child covered in dog poop.