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I am a dad. I have a backpack. My daughter rides around in the backpack.
I never thought I could crave a snot-filled kissor a sugar-sticky finger in my eye.Just think, kid, if you were a strangerI'd punch you in the balls for that.
my friend once told me that she cleaned a soggy cheerio off her daughter's face and then popped it in her mouth. she said..."now that's love" and i said..."no, that's just gross"or maybe i'm just a shitty parent...hahah.
I could probably write another verse to this about catching a child's vomit in my cupped hands, but I just made myself gag, so I have to stop.
I'd give ANYTHING for just one more kiss from Bug.Even if that meant getting slimed by the trail of snot seeping out of his nose and having to wipe off a trail of saliva from my chin after wards.There is just nothing better than slimy child love.
OH yea, and the first time some stranger, old or young decides they want to fondle my hair while I try to eat and while they sit in their chair and protest or simply stand beside me and watch me eat....I'm totally going off on them...I'm just sayin'
Nice. Only a poem a true father could write.
If she could read she'd probably hide all her balls so you wouldn't be tempted to punch them!
Just the other day my one-year-old tried to kiss me and instead put his incredibly snotty nose right in my mouth. Isn't it great to be so far gone?
LMAO...now THAT'S love. Well, that and not getting mad when they pee on you because you didn't get the diaper on fast enough. Because really? You'd punch somebody for pissing on you too.
my son wiped his spit-up covered mouth in my beard
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