Dad’s Baby-sittin’

Laundry’s not folded, cat litter not new.
Vacuuming and tidying are long overdue.

Toys and crumbs, strewn through the place.
Mustard and ketchup smeared on the face.

We’d feasted on burgers, chips, candy and pop.
Nutrition… dental cavities… Dad worried not.

Our Dad played with us and did roughhousing too.
He seemed not to know if our homework was due.

Fun times, but later when in panic he said,
“Mom’s home.”
We knew what to do, ran and jumped into bed.

~ J.E. Dyrholm ~