Lesbian Dad

Le mauvais quart d’heure

Let’s call this the “before” picture: bucolic bibliophillia at the local library.

And this would make a suitable “after” picure, if only I were capable of overcoming the strong disinclination to photograph my kids when they are in the midst of feeling big feelings. And by big I mean BIG. I mean, I think the technical term for what the lil’ monkey had later in that afternoon was a COW.

Details to follow when we’ve all sufficiently recovered our senses. Meanwhile, if my mom was right (and she usually was), this period of her life, along with all things, shall pass.

[Later note: COW ennumerated here.]


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