Technically, I still do. But I mean she used to be my daughter, a real true-blue mama's girl. My Royal Princess.
But suddenly, I think I might've lost my girl. . .
To that man there. That Preacher. Did you see him?
You should hear the way my Princess says, "Hey, Daaaadddddyyyyy!" It's ridiculous.
I just can't figure out why she'd prefer him to me. Is it because I put her in timeout. . .
. . . While he does this?
On second thought, I just might like that Preacher after all. He's good to my girl. Maybe he'd be willing to share that sweet baby Princess with his old wife.
Either way, all I know is this -- I'm keeping this one:
My boy, and
And I plan to pick him up and hug his neck as long as I can.
Too bad the Princess won't let me hug her anymore.
Definitely not pouting at all,