You’d learn how chasing 2.5 and 5-year-old girls can be fun, tiring, and gratifying all at the same time. Everything’s under the gun. I’m rushing the 5 year old to school, bringing the younger one to the park, then getting a nap in before school pick up, in time for gymnastics, then home to make dinner, get them ready for bed, then do it all over. I’m often stressed, my hair was as dark as yours 5 years ago, but other than the occasional change of the inflection of my voice, they’re comepletely oblivious. I wanted a boy, but not anymore. My daughters are daddy’s girls, and from watching them in the park, little boys are real assholes.
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