Lesbian Dad

Toddler: 572, Baba: 1

Yeah, don’t even talk to me about the quantity of jam on this here toast.  In the amount of time it took me to broker this compromise breakfast, I could have planted a strawberry seed, nurtured the plant to blossoming and producing ripe strawberries, picked ’em, and then cooked ’em

I’m straight after all!

Kidding!  April Fools’! Never was, ever! Much to the consternation of my parents, and maybe even one or two would-be (guy) sweeties in high school, whose identities were only revealed to me years later by my sister, to whom they confessed their love-lorneness.  Who knew.  And before we go, I

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