Diary of a Father and daughter: So today I got “The Call”…
“Dad it’s weird but think I pooped my pants!” So I rush to school take her a change of undies, put the old ones in a bag and rush back to my conference call and threw the bag in the kitchen trash.
Few hours later she calls and I had to put a very important work meeting I’m hosting on hold which I never do and she says “Dad it happened again”…
I’m confused and very annoyed because I’m super busy… I yell “just wipe your butt better then stuff toilet paper in the back of your pants and I’ll have to call you back in an hour!” and I hang up.
A few minutes later it hits me… omg!!! I rush to the trash to dig out and inspect the undies from earlier and scream “that’s blood not poop!!”
I interrupt my project meeting and explain to my banking colleagues that I’m VERY sorry but I have to go! I’m racing to the school while calling them telling the nurse to “go find my child!” Speeding and having a panic attack because my child called me for help and I just “left her to die on the battlefield”!
I run in the office and she’s standing there very calm looking at me and says “Dad…. I officially started my first …” and I stopped her and said “I already know Avi… it hit me a few minutes after I hung up on you.”