Fortunately, the Missus is as good at being a Mom as I am growing lousier at being a Dad; indefatigably kind and giving, even beyond the point of physical endurance, she is relentless in her pursuit of what's best for the Man Cub.
posted by Fang Bastardson at 4:33 AM
Born in the wild to Canadian Timberwolves, Fang was wrestled from his mother's teat at an early age and placed in the custody of a government sponsored think tank in New York City. He escaped at age seven by gnawing off a doo-claw and has been riding a wave of self-righteous indignation to Nowheresville, baby, ever since. He is currently enjoying being a PhD (by marriage), but on the advice of his attorney has refused all comment except to assert an apparently deeply-held conviction that frozen strawberries should be thawed, not microwaved.
2 Comments:
You are so dead wrong. I have no doubt in Leslie's fabulous Mothering capabilities but I am pretty sure you are cutting yourself short.
You love him. You care. You are there for him. This puts you miles and miles ahead in the Daddy race.
Believe it or not, there will come a day when he will be racing down to the hall to tend to your cries. Ah, they cycle of life. . .
12:14 PM
You are there.
Nuf said.
by the way, can't get onto your home page
4:19 PM
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