The magic word that cannot help but fill me simultaneously with pride and with dread, especially at 4 in the morning:
Tales from the Baby Monitor, Part II
The magic word that cannot help but fill me simultaneously with pride and with dread, especially at 4 in the morning: Da-deeeeeeeeeee!!!…
The only thing that could make it worse is “I don’t feel good.” Let’s just say my dad washed out his fair share of waste cans in the middle of the night.