Bouncing boy, Berkeley, CA.
Baba’s Day’s coming up! For anyone casting around for a last minute gift for the Baba of their children, or what have you, here’s a gratuitous and 11th hour reminder of the poorly organized, haphazardly stocked Lesbian Dad Cafe Press shop. Â If I wasn’t already angling for the accordion-playing garden gnome, I’d hint-hint-hint for some Lesbian Dad boxers, myself.
Love that shirt!
guess what??!!??
i’ve got a name. came unadulterated, unprompted (honesttogod how do you prompt a 1.5 year old anyway…)
it’s
wait for it……
baba.
Yay, directorgrrl! Hey, and for the fun of it, here’s an origin story of the name “Baba,” leastwise how it came to me. Cribbed from an essay.
And hey guess what, Heather! That catchy phrase was hatched by our donor chum. Pretty nifty. Soon’s as I make anything resembling a profit off this swag (*cough!* not likely!), he’s totally entitled to a cut. Lucky he’s a patient guy.