Casualties of Parenthood

I just stood there. In my own house. Holding my son. Covered in warm betrayal.

“Vaughn!” Siena shrieked from the stairs. “Is he—oh my GOD—he’s peeing on you?!”

I turned to her, dead inside.

“Your son just baptized me in urine.”

She clutched the bannister, snorting with laughter so hard she had to sit down on the step. “We are not calling it that!”

I just dropped to my knees right there on the