I hear legends of children who sleep quietly through the night and wake up their fathers with light kisses and hugs.
I do not believe in these myths.
What do I believe in?
I believe in the fact that I woke up to Lil Sippy Cup doing an intense interpretive dance on my stomach, while eating a piece of Wonder Bread and not wearing a single shred of clothing.
That's what I believe.
1 comment:
Hey it beats waking up with a foot in your mouth or an elbow in your ribs. Trust me.
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