Just to be clear, when I say steddie dads

I mean Eddie is the dad who is gentle and loving in his support for his girls, because he was raised by Wayne, and Wayne was all of those things to him. He’s the one who cuddles with them when they have nightmares, soothing them back to sleep and reassuring them it was just a dream. He’s the one putting notes in their lunch boxes and worrying if kids might be mean to them that day and feeling his heart drop into his stomach when they fall and scrape their knees.

Steve, on the other hand, had to fight for his life with a pack of feral teenagers in the midst of a horror movie, and he learned that kids are resilient and tough and all that shit, so, yeah, when his five-year-old who's like 90% of the way to being able to swim independently wants to be hurled headfirst into the pool, he's the one catapulting her into the deep end, and if his kid wants to be held upside down by the ankles and swung back and forth like a pendulum, he's her guy.

He’s the one saying, “if you ever see a kid sitting alone at lunch, you go sit with them. got it?”

He’s the one who found out that Moe had trash-talked a little too close to the sun during a basketball game and had the coach bench her for a month.

He’s the one calling the girls on their bullshit when it’s needed (and as they start to hit middle school, they need it all. the. time).

Granted, this DOES NOT HOLD when the girls are babies. Steve was terrified of his daughters when they were babies – he barely slept his first six years of parenthood because of how worried he was that something might happen while he’s asleep. Eddie was the one who's like "What is she gonna do? Cry forever? No. Eventually she'll start talking and can yell this shit at us instead."

And the thing is, he's totally right.