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One of the joys of Fatherhood


Is sitting up with a gassy baby who hasn't found his thumb. Madmom had him most of the night, so I can't complain....much. Skippy here actually sounds a lot like a Kawasaki dirt bike this morning, except when he yells. Chances are he'll fall asleep just in time for me to get the other three up for school.

One of the neat things about gassy babies is all the smiles. There are times when I let one rip and I'm proud as punch, but there's nothing I can do about it. Skippy here can laugh and laugh, just like a frat boy after a night of pounding Natural Light.

Have you any Grey Poupon? Posted by Hello


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