Not me or Mr. Daddy who laughed uncontrollably when Itty Bit did a major face plant after spinning on a chair for 5 minutes. That’d just be mean.
Not me who teased Mr. Daddy about last year’s Christmas tree dismantling… when he left the tree stand ON THE TREE when he set it on fire. It most definitely was me who bought a cheap replacement this year in case of a repeat.
Not me who listened to Mr. Daddy tell me all week I needed to quit letting one of the horses push me around, then feel a twinge of validation when said horse got pushy with him. (I’m sorry honey and I really love you for going out and feeding them in the snow).
Itty Bit did not get into some clean laundry while I was reading the blog aloud to my mother. He did not loudly pronounce BOOBIES while holding up a bra.
And he most definitely was not wearing said BOOBIES 60 seconds later…
It was not me who snapped a surprise picture of Mr. Daddy helping Itty Bit set up some train tracks. It was not Mr. Daddy who took one look at the picture and asked if I'd meant to give him horns.
There's no way I could have done that more perfectly if I'd tried.
If I had, I would not have captioned it "Nice Rack"...
Mr. Daddy's take was, "Oh great, now everyone will think I'm horn-y!"
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