Fatherhood

Yes, she can “hear” me smirk.  She’ll say something, I’ll be out of sight, but she’ll still know that I’m smirking.  Either that or she’s telepathic and can hear the thoughts bouncing around in my skull, which would actually be even scarier.  I have a hard enough time keeping up with them, I don’t need her listening in on the ones that actually do get filtered out!

My shirt says “I’m out of bed and dressed.  What more do you want?”  Trust me, some days, it’s an impressive feat to get that far.  ;P  Stacy, on the other hand, is neither.  She’s in bed and wearing her pajamas; didn’t you read the caption?  Sheez.