Somebody is a Daddy's boy.
Big time.
I am not allowed to help him in any away. (which isn't always a sad thing)
We talk about where Daddy is all day long.
We also talk about how I am not Daddy and how that is pretty much a crime.
It's cool.
There are three others who like me.
2 comments:
I love the way you write. It makes me smile.
I remember not too long ago you posted how much he was your shadow... they switch it up on us all the time... guess that's how we stay on our toes. ;)
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