Lesbian Dad

Milk drunk

And lovin’ every minute of it.

Heaven knows I’d have liked to have stayed up to the wee hours lovingly rendering our first-ever mid-year meeting with our Preschool folks, but a modicum of good sense regarding my upper respiratory health, or rather current lack thereof, dictates that instead I actually sleep when normal people do (peep the Wikipedia entry on “hemoptysis” if you dare, but I won’t respect you any the less if you screech to a halt when you get to the word “sputum”).

Instead of the buncha words I’d have liked to post, I offer this here image of the lil’ peanut, taking a break from his favorite nosh. What’s in his thought bubble?

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