Nightmarish stuff, indeed.
His power trio circle the dining room table in a fast-moving parade of chattering and screeching so hard-core hyena that it only takes a moment for any mom or dad to empathize with this guy and his quiet look of desperation.
When we act surprised or delighted at seeing good dads in action, aren't we maybe doing them a disservice if we act so blown away?
None of us ever knows a thing when it comes to meant-to-be. But still. If you're a little lucky, man, you may just end up with a photograph that comes pretty damn close.
We're just going to write about a family getting ready to meet a little boy somewhere in between all of these beat-up bookshelves and frying pans, somewhere amid all of these plastic dinosaurs that live on our floors. We're just going to take a stab at telling one of the coolest stories we will probably ever get to tell.
I have tried to think about each one long before I ever got to touch them for the very first time, and I have been enchanted by their distant tiny breaths way before I ever even felt one of those suckers brush against my big fat cheek.
We hear so much bad news and complaining and sadness on the internet these days that stories like this one deserve every drop of attention they can muster.
Hurry up, tiny dude.
Are you one of those people investing a slew of time into making your own marriage work, and thrive? Because, I have to say, that sure hasn't been me.
Most people would assume that you might just naturally want to believe in God to make sure that your kiddos get into Heaven or whatever. But not me.
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