Me: “Hey, Doug, we love you.”
Billie: “Yea, dad! We love you!
…Dad? …DAD! Hello? CAN YOU HEAR MEEE?”
Me: “Oh, Billie, he has his headphones on- he can’t hear us. Let’s take advantage: hey, Doug, you’re weird!”
Billie: “Yea, dad! And your pants are on fi-yah and you look the way farts smell!”
Me: “Yea, and you’re a scrawny, weak little man–”
Billie: “YES. LIKE, DO YOU EVEN LIFT, BRO?!?!”
…soooo… this how we spend our mornings…
Billie's Momma 