Yes, he wakes me up in the middle of the night and throws a big 'ol wrench in my beauty sleep.
And he talks way too loud at 6am.
But he also bakes my favorite pie when I've had a super long, stressful day.
And takes me to the doctor.
And to breakfast on Saturdays.
He says things like:
"We (meaning me) should make cupcakes for Macy's birthday...make sure you use those colorful little sprinkles!"
It melts my heart, because every 8-year-old girl loves sprinkles on their cupcakes.
So, keep on truckin' baby.
Just stop waking me up.
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