The place where I get my hair cut has almost all female employees, but when I went in for a trim yesterday I had some dude that looked like he should’ve been driving a semi truck.
Thought about this yesterday when I poured the milk in my cereal and heard the baby cry. I left my cereal, but I made sure to tell my daughter that she’s lucky I love her.
Seems like diapers that my wife changes are just pee ones. All the diapers I change are poopy. Starting to feel like my daughter is doing this on purpose.
Whoever made the zippered onesie is my personal hero. Right up there with Iron Man and Bill the Cat.
I really thought coming up with a title for this strip would be easier. Go ahead, tell me a better title so I can kick myself.
Plus it’s probably hot in that little compartment they put you in. You’d be dumb NOT to work in the buff.
