the wiener mom has a few nice things to say about someone special

As far as wiener moms go, I am a lucky one. I am very lucky to have a very special wiener in my life. Of course, all my wieners are special, but the one less talked about one is extra special. He doesn't try to pull his penis off (not that he'll admit). He doesn't need extra help reading. He doesn't like to sit in the window and watch the traffic go by (waiting, just waiting to see a BUH!) He doesn't really do anything too newsworthy or entertaining for that matter. He's Daddy Wiener! Round of Applause!

Daddy wiener is the best daddy wiener that I know; have known or will know. YOU wanna make something of it? Let's go. He has always been a great husband and continues to be better each day (blah, blah, romance crap). But he is really and truly the best father any wiener or wiener mom could ask for.

The other day at preschool drop-off, I'm standing by middle wiener's locker waiting a painfully loooooong time for him to take his outerwear off. There are two moms that I know only casually conversing a couple lockers down. I hear snippets like this:
He doesn't lift a finger.
The division of labor is like set (like,totally?).
If he helps one of the kids brush their teeth, he thinks he's doing me a favor.
He's never (!) put one of the kids to bed on his own.
He never does anything, so eventually I just do everything.

I am horrified. First of all, if any of this stuff (like) ever went down in my house; some serious daddy wiener ass would be kicked.
Second, I can't imagine living like that; without a partner, with another child to take care of. What a sad, sad life. Parenting should be a partnership, not you do all the work and he breezes in to play video games and wrestle.

So, I once again (as I periodically do) came to the revelation that I am indeed a very lucky wiener mom. Daddy wiener does it all; I mean it all. He does an absolute equal amount of parenting as I do and probably a little more housework, if we're being shamefully truthful (kiss, kiss, if you're reading this D.W.)
He encourages me to leave the house, sans wieners. He disciplines. He takes over when he can tell I'm ready to walk out (and may or may not return, sometimes it's dicey). All in all, he's perfect.

So, if you're reading this Daddy Wiener (which I know you are, because you always do -PERFECT!!) I love you and thank you for being all around wonderful and not at all an a-hole.

P.S. he does have one fault, but I guess it's not really a fault. He breathes a lot when he sleeps. I guess it's his right and all, but simmer down over there D.W.