“Our father, who art in the kitchen, Daddy be they name. Thy bottle come. My will be done. Right now because I’m a baby. Give me right now, my freakin’ baba, and don’t forget to change my diaper. Lead me not to my crib, but deliver me from my sisters. For mine is this living room. The power and the glory. Forever and ever. A-baby.”
Domestic Blister
Every mother feels like a heel sometimes.
Stumble It!
Too funny! nanny loves that baby and her sisters!
Popaa here with a tear in my eye. I love you all so much. You are all precious in mine and God’s eyes. Good night, sleep tight.
All my love
Popaa