I want to, i love being a dad but damn why didn’t you warn me on all the nut shots. Literal and figurative. The boy somehow, some way, seems to kick, hit, or throw something directly into my nuts at least twice a day
Junior was 3 1/2 when his sister was born. Sleeping well, toilet trained...the gruesome physical part of taking care of really little kids was more or less over. And then bam, starting all over. It was a nightmare.