In a show of solidarity, Dad has taken on the lion’s share of my germs.
I’m guessing that I passed my cold onto him whilst playing tug-of-war with the remote control. I wanted to watch Wolf Blitzer, he wanted to watch Dukes of Hazzard.
Or perhaps the virus was exchanged by him drinking my baby tears. (He thinks that prevents aging.)
Either way, he now looks like my favorite subject.
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Will offers his advice – “Dude, just remember it is possible to care a little too much! Your P’s have no idea what is happening here and may not adjust so well. Soon enough they will start making decisions to improve their quality of life over yours! They may even decide that donations for diapers should go to buying as much vitamin c as they can to arm them for the next few years of germ warfare! Oh, and the next time the cute older girl offers you her pacifier, just say NO. Trust me, you’ll be glad you did (n’t).”
Thanks for the advice.
It’s still ok for Dad to drink my tears, right?
Because that seems totally normal.
-Liam
Will says, “I’m pretty sure that his plan to tap into your ‘fountain of youth’ will backfire, if he had any hair on his shiny head you would be able to tell because it will get grayer by the day. Also, if he starts saying weird things and hallucinating, offer him a glass of regular old water. I watched a show the other day (I shouldn’t be alive) with mom and dad and a bunch of people were hanging out on a inflatable boat on the ocean. Some got thirsty and drank the sea water — BIG MISTAKE… they thought they saw land, jumped out of the boat and got devoured by sharks! – the salt in your sweet tears could cause a similar reaction in good ‘ole pops…keep an eye on him and do not allow him to drink more than 1 cup a day for crying out loud (get it, crying out loud, you know, he he)! Then again, if you’re the mischievous type, it could be fun to see what happens…keep me posted!”