“Everything’s under control in there.” “He’s not happy, but he’s doing fine.” “It’s all good.” These were among the comments I heard from men exiting the restroom at a museum while my husband was inside with our crying (he hates diaper changes) toddler on the (thank you progressive culture) changing table. I was sitting contentedly outside on a bench, but all the “I’ve been there too” dads felt that a report from the interior was necessary for my sanity. And since I started laughing hysterically every time I received an unsolicited update, they must’ve thought I was pretty far gone.