1. Style little girls’ hair. My husband, a civil engineer, can lay a one hundred mile roadway perfectly straight, but he cannot pull a comb through hair and create a straight part.

2. Coordinate a child’s outfit. Bright green flowered pants and a pink and purple striped shirt. Enough said.

3. Go to the store without a list. You tell him you need bread, skim milk and lean ground beef. He hears you need chocolate covered doughnuts, strawberry milk jugs and T-bone steak.

4. Choose an “appropriate” T.V. show for the kids. You’re thinking Sesame Street. He’s thinking Godzilla. “Hey,” he says, “at least they’re learning about Japan.”

5. Take a child to the doctor without a notepad. “So,” you ask, “what kind of antibiotic did the doctor prescribe for her?” “Um,” he answers. “Amoxicillin or Zithromax?” you question further. “Um.” he replies. “Does he want to see her again? When should I call if she’s not better?” “Um.”

Seriously, I love my husband. He’s a fantastic father. That he’s even willing to do these things for me blows me away. Honey, just put down the spatula and step away from the stove very, very slowly before the pancakes get hurt.