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improvisingfatherhood:

Junk in the trunk. (I stuck toys in my son’s onsie because…you know, he’s just a prop for my entertainment)

improvisingfatherhood:

Junk in the trunk. (I stuck toys in my son’s onsie because…you know, he’s just a prop for my entertainment)

I remember having conversations with my wife about how affectionate I’d be with our son. I think the conversation started after I saw a father kiss his 10 year old son on the lips. I very vehemently promised I would never be that kind of dad. My wife protested, “You’re not going to kiss our son?”…

improvisingfatherhood:

ahhhh!!!!