Fatherhood

I get along quite well with my in-laws, but that certainly hasn’t stopped us from having an ongoing feud over who gets the messiest diapers.  When I drop her off, I’m always more than happy to let grandma know that Kia has yet to poop, and I’ll hear back via Stacy later that night if the bomb dropped or if I’ll be dreading every diaper change the next day.  It gets worse after two or three days, ‘cause then you know it’s going to be bad.  Sounds like the plot of a major motion picture, doesn’t it?  Oh, come on, you know the plot would be at least as good as half of what’s out there.  ;P

Oh, and sorry for the massive quantity of text in this one.  Sometimes I talk too much.  Just ask Stacy.  😉

My shirt has words on it that are upside down and, I’m told, says something about only dumb people reading it.  I wouldn’t know, ‘cause I haven’t read it.  Kia’s wearing a blue and white outfit that kind of has a sailor vibe to it.