Bennett would probably appreciate a dad around the house if only because:
He kept saying pants, pants. I praised him for correctly identifying his article of clothing, when what he really meant was: "You put two legs in one pant you incompetent woman!"
I sent him to school in his pajama pants. He wouldn't take them off even when he sat in a puddle.
I force him to attend educational outings to puppet shows and take silly pictures to commemorate the event.
In a mere three hours, I was able to single-handedly assemble his new kitchen. Too bad, I don't have the skills to build a cupboard door to stay closed.
A simple supper requires two trips to the grocery store, one in the rain, and he still won't eat it.
On the bright side, I have time to read a book, schedule long-overdue phone dates with friends and watch two entire seasons of Downton Abbey. I think the boy still loves me, but I know he still misses his dad.