Whit is the Shit (Title by Whit Honea)

As you may have noticed the inmates are running the asylum this week.  Wait, that's playmates.  Wow, that sounds a lot better.  Anywho, the ladies behind the collective Oz of us have taken over the levers and proceeded to shower you, the reader, with snake oil and little fluffs of powdered sugar. 

My wife, ever the trooper, agreed to write this post when I told her SHE HAD TO and slipped her a twenty.  She asked for a subject and I told her it was free game, my only stipulation being that she not paint me as some sort of Buckaroo Bonzai, renaissance man beefcake- I get enough of that from the fellas. It's all relative.

So here, dear reader is my wife Trix:

What to say about Whit (pictured)? Well, for starters he never gives me enough information. I asked him what this post was supposed to be about and he said, " How handsome I am."  Uh huh.

So anyway, I'm guessing this is for Fathers Day and I'm supposed to wax poetic about how great a father he is. Truth be told, I don't have to wax on or off, he is a great dad.

He does the everyday, very well!

He's the dad that, even though it happens every time we go out to eat with the kids, gets up to take one or both boys to poop mid meal, without complaining too much. I think he's resigned to the fact that it's always going to happen, because it does.  He's also the dad that made the deal to always take the boys to the bathroom when they finally got out of diapers. Bwa-ha-ha. I totally made out like a bandit on that one.

He's supportive of my issues and helps, even when it's my turn.

He's the dad that, when I'm going crazy and want to bang my head against the wall, will step in and take over, even though he's supposed to be working.

He can make the boys laugh like no one else.

For example, after the boys shower they were running around the house naked, Whit stopped them, hung them upside down and pretended to eat their feet. Yes, that's a little funny. The extra super funny part, he picked each one up and pretended to shoot lasers out of their naked little bottoms. You would have thought it was the funniest thing on earth the way they begged for him to do it again and again. I'll admit, it was pretty funny, as long as I didn't get the head on view (Editor's note - she should have been worried about the other end).

Our house is pretty fun and sometimes crazy, but I am so thankful that he is a such a great and involved dad. Here's to you Whit, Salud!