Up in smoke

I'm still a pretty new dad.  I still do some dumb shit.  A few weeks ago I was getting ready to go somewhere and Sydney wouldn't put on her hat/gloves/ etc.  so...to teach her a lesson I pretended to leave.  who hasn't done that right? 

If you ever decide to do that make sure that the door isn't locked behind you.  That was a few minutes of fun.

Anyways, that's a completely different story. 

We're trying to start potty training her.  So, every time it looks like she might be taking a dump I run her into the bathroom and sit her on the can for a while.  Yesterday she was sitting on the pot and I was folded up sitting on the floor of the half-bath downstairs.  I was trying to keep her occupied so she didn't pull stuff of the top of the toilet or fall off.  I thought it would be fine to show her how to blow out the lighter (for all the candles).  it worked well the first time.

The second time she leaned to close to blow and her bangs caught on fire.  Oh shit balls!!  for those of you who don't know, hair burns like wildfire, and it stinks.  I patted and blew it out and quickly brushed out the crispy parts.  Just then her mom came around the corner to see how the pooping was going.

"what's that smell? do you smell something?"

I can usually lie on cue, but for some reason I was caught totally off guard and and just played dumb.  It worked, she wandered off to check the kitchen.  Meanwhile I went back to combing Syd's hair and checking for evidence.

Long story short, it worked out fine.  You can't tell at all; and I'm just a little bit smarter because of it. 

If you ever feel stupid, read my blog and you'll feel better.