You Don’t Have To Touch Crap To Be A Crappy Father

One of our coworkers is about to start his paternity leave. He’s in the office this morning, handing over some important tasks while everyone is offering him congratulations.

Manager: “Enjoy these days when they’re babies. My kids are all older, and they don’t talk to me anymore. I just don’t understand.”

Coworker: “Oh, well, I’m sorry to hear that.”

Manager: “Yeah, I was an amazing father! Now they’ve all gone no contact. It’s so strange! Anyway, sorry to blabber on. You have some amazing times ahead!”

Coworker: “Haha, well, with all the dirty nappies (diapers) to deal with, we’ll see!”

Manager: “Well, your wife will worry about all that.”

Coworker: “Well, I mean, it’s a joint effort.”

Manager: *Proudly.* “I never changed a nappy in my life! That’s women’s work.”

Hmm, I wonder why his kids won’t speak to him?