(Aside to the internets: The Hotty Pediatrician has approved using sunscreen on Owen, so please do not feel that you are personally responsible for explaining to me that he is too young. Thanks.)
Dear Mia and Owen,
I want to tell you a little story about your Dad. I want to tell you this story because I know there will be times in your lives when Dad annoys you, or when you think he is totally lame (or whatever they are calling lame once you get old enough to think your parents are lame). And when you have those times, I hope you will think about this story and cut your old man some slack.
Yesterday, Mia and Mommy had a Girls' Day Out and Daddy and Owen stayed home together. Unfortunately, yesterday saw the arrival of one of Owen's rare bad moods and he spent three solid hours screaming at Daddy. And Owen can scream like the dickens when he sets his mind to it. Poor Daddy didn't want to interrupt Girls' Day Out, so he tried everything he could think of. He changed Owen's diaper, tried to give him a bottle, tried to interest him in toys. Daddy tried watching cartoons and tried putting Owen down for a nap (three times). He tried to take Owen for a walk, which seemed like it was going to work out, until he put on the sunscreen and Owen started screaming again, so Daddy decided that the sunscreen must be hurting Owen and gave him a bath. Nothing worked for long, and by the time Mommy and Mia got home, Daddy looked like he had gone ten rounds with a rabid wolverine. (Owen, however, was happy as a lark.)
The point of telling you this, is that Daddy may not always know what to do, and he may not always do the right thing, and sometimes what he does may even make things worse, but he will always do everything in his power to make you happy. You may not always appreciate that about him, but I think you will someday come to believe it is one of the best things about your father.