“What time do you guys fight Santa?”
“What time do you guys fight Santa?”
I want her to believe that she’s the best artist on Earth. Why? Because she is.
I forced myself to ride the exercise bike for at least 30 minutes and did a series of weights afterwards. With each rep, I seethed with anger.
The days of, “there are no socks up here” quickly become “I’m going to a study group with friends” as they hit the teenage years.
Kids today aren’t as coddled as you might think. They’re also not kidding themselves.
All the “Just For Men” hair dye commercials and black birthday balloons with tombstones on them can’t shake me.
We’re all artists who can’t enjoy our own work because we see the errors that no one else does.
Ugh! Why would you make him kiss me like that!?
I’m not saying that I dress them up in little outfits and take them for walks; but if you’re the type of person who does that, I’m saying I can understand.
I started to piece the puzzle together and that’s when I learned that, as a dad, I was given pretty much free reign to be as dorky as I wanted.
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