Cooking Daddy

So it comes to this. First we gave up sleeping in and/or staying up late. Then we started driving the speed limit… All the time. Soon enough we were making phantom chewing faces to encourage the consumption of liquified vegetables and meats whose delectable aromas would haunt our nightmares. Later we started saying things like “ooooh, that was a big-girl poopie!” without having to fake excitement.

And now… now we’ve reached the pinnacle of American Parenthood: we bought an SUV.

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