A.B. Kagledom

There are, of course, a number of things different about having Matthew as a stay-at-home-dad versus me as a stay-at-home-mom: With Matthew home Adlai doesn't get his daytime milk fresh out of the dairy, you won't find the iPod blaring the same song over and over and over while Simon dances around the living room, and toys tend to remain where ever they land until bedtime. To be fair, I don't play tickle monster, throw them up in the air, or have the patience to let Simon help me cook. But the most outwardly obvious sign that Matthew is in charge of the children might be their attire. The first day I left for work Matthew dressed Adlai in an outfit and socks that were two sizes too big. The second day I went to work, I found Adlai's outfit on backwards. Where I try to make their shirts, pants, and socks match, Matthew chooses clothing "themes" - you might find Adlai in three different types of stripes or four different shades of blue. Yesterday I came home to find Simon in some longish fitted shorts that I didn't recognize. He'd been wearing them all day and they were completely filthy so I took them off and inspected the tag, which read "size 6 months."