The way I see it is that after the magic, after childhood, comes disillusionment.
Auntiehood (or Unclehood) is awesome. Babies are equally as awesome.
You would THINK that the father of the child I was hired to entertain would treat me with some level of respect, right? I mean, his wife is in the next room and I’ve spent the past hour bonding with his daughter, so it would be ridiculous for Daddio to hit on me.
I can’t tell if I want to squeeze the cuteness right out of him, or tell him to relax-it’s only golf, dude.
Have an uninterrupted conversation.
Who will take care of you when you’re old?
I believe that sharing my son’s picture online makes him more safe and this is why.
You know what is better than Christmas? Double Christmas.
He will focus all his energies and efforts on the little ones, and that really should give you pause.
I love where I stand today. I love who I am and I love the little girl who helped form me into this person.