I usually get up at 5:00. I make coffee, go to my desk and work. When my boys get up, I'm theirs. I follow them into the kitchen and make them breakfast. While they're eating, I make their lunch, pick out their school clothes and get the little one dressed.
My wife(妻子) takes them to school. I bring them home. I am not the only father waiting at the school gate. The boys and I walk home if the weather is good. We take the subway on rainy days. I remind(提醒) them of looking out(小心), like an animal looking after their babies.
At home, they play on the computer and the little one will draw on the paper, sometimes for hours. When their mother comes home, they run to her. She has been in the official day and tired, but her love is all on them.
I have made dinner. We sit down and eat together. After they do their homework, Karen takes them to bed. I listen to the noise of the boys' and their mother's voice.
One afternoon when we were on the way home from school, the boys and I stopped at the clothing store. The saleswoman looked at the boys and asked, "You're Mr. Mom, aren't you?"What? Mr. Mom? I felt a heavy black cloud came over me. I'm not Mr. Mom! That's not how I look at myself. The boys have a mother, a great mother. She works outside the home, I work in the home. We are parents together. I'm a father!
