The waifish young girl with the delicate hands holding that so over it baby is not a waifish young girl at all. That's my Dad. Which is reason number 9,803 why I will always be a daddy's girl. That and just this week he brought me candy corn like I was ten. I am loved.
And yes, as a matter of fact I do still make that face, but I don't have those PJs anymore. Kinda wish I did.
Happy. Thursday.
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