A funny thing about the arrangement of having the mother staying at home with the children and the father going out to win the bread (in the world’s lamest contest, apparently) is that everyone misses out. The mother can go out to win bread of her own, but the father doesn’t often do the equivalent staying at home with the children.

Now this is not some rant about equal share around the house, blah blah blah. My husband is fantastic. We are a true team and share the burdens of having a family and a child. But it’s hard to say that we share the delight.

So we came up with Daddy Day. It was as much his idea as mine. Sure, I get the day off (not including regular pumping), but, more importantly, he gets a fully immersive Abhi experience.