Like Taking Coffee for a Baby
It’s only after my second cup that I realize I’m standing in front of my living room window in just my underwear.
It’s only after my second cup that I realize I’m standing in front of my living room window in just my underwear.
Thought of this strip as I was trying to go to the bathroom quietly last night and knocked over a metal stand holding the toilet paper.
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.