You might be wondering as of this morning why you’re being carried at an unleveled angle each time I pick you up, Baby Rangirl. You aren’t seeing things, nor is it from the lack of sleep you’re having as you wake up each hour. It’s from you’re father’s desire to be a football player despite being in his 30s and barely having a lick of football talent:


Um, warning: my foot is gross. I think I sprained my ankle to the point it may even be broken. Ouch. Sorry Baby Rangirl, you’re Daddy seems to not want to grow up.