The palaver of a childish father
Last night Rachelle, Layla and I went to the grocery store to go food shopping. I always squirm at the idea of taking the baby food shopping because I know what it means; it means that Rachelle is going to food shop while I chase the terrorist up and down the aisles. So we first [...]
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Layla has been a whole lot of hot and cold lately. When I reach down to pick her up I wince like a battered wife because I know there is a possibility that I can get a bare hand slap + face-claw combination. There is also the possibility that she could rest her head on [...]
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