- My new favorite radio station
- How hawt I actually am
- The degrees of longitude where our house is located
If you answered 2...you're right.
I'm sick. Booo!
If you answered 2...you're right.
I'm sick. Booo!
So daddy comes to pick me up and we say goodbye to everyone and head out the door. As soon as I get strapped into my car seat, something is not feeling right. I try to fight it...but I can't. The tears begin to fall and the crying starts. Most of the time, this just means I'm tired and can't get comfortable. This time...it's different. I try and try but can't hold it back. BARF!
Daddy pulls over and jumps into the back seat and I'm just covered in my lunch. There's some pears, some carrots from the night before...STINKY! On the side of the road, daddy takes off his dress shirt and cleans me up and then strips me down to my diaper. Daddy's undershirt comes off so I have something clean to sit on. I'm feeling better so back in the seat I go.
Once at home, we walk inside to see mommy...daddy topless in his dress pants and me in my diaper. Man was she surprised.