Photo source: Esther KluthThis past weekend was a rough one for me, what with the wife away on a girls' retreat with her sisters and our daughters, and me left at home with all the boys. I felt quite a bit like this screaming monkey, especially during feeding time (theirs, not mine). And diaper changing time. And going-to-bed time.
But the boys weren't daunted by my shrieks or my bared fangs. If anything, it only encouraged their antics.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Shrieking Monkey, Shrieking Daddy
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