Fatherhood

And that… was painful.  As if I didn’t feel old enough, I’ve got Arwyn to rub it in.  With a sledgehammer.  Thanks, sweetheart, it’s always good to be reminded of my impending withering and subsequent demise.  Honestly, I can’t say that I’m really THAT old… I haven’t started yelling at kids to get off my lawn, yet!  I have successfully integrated “back in my day” into a conversation, however.  And, yes, Kia wants me to have more birthdays so that she gets more cake.

My shirt features a beauty of a white tiger, surrounded by some tribal design work.  Kia’s sporting a peace sign on her shirt, while Arwyn is wearing a nightgown which proclaims “So many naps, so little time.”  I could use one right now, as it happens.