Later that day, I received a phone call from him at work. Our conversation went as follows:
Dad: "Christa, I put Marshall down for a nap. Why won't he go to sleep?"
Me: "Well, what's he doing?"
Dad: "He's standing up in the crib crying."
Me: "How long ago did you lay him down?"
Dad: "About 30 seconds ago."
Me: "Calm down, Dad. Give him a few minutes and he'll fall asleep."
All things considered, my dad was a great babysitter. Although Marshall may have been hanging upside down from the handle in my dad's truck with his pants off when I arrived to pick him up, at least he had a clean diaper on.