First comes love...
...next comes marriage...
...then comes mama with a baby carriage.
Then comes no sleep...
...then come the tantrums...
...back comes love...
...then comes batmanage...
...then comes another damn (bat)baby carriage.
Then comes NO SLEEP...
...then comes sibling rivalage...
...last comes Da-da with accute brain damage.
Driftage.
Tonnage.
Wreckage.
Under the groundage.
Take out the garbage.
Your very may mileage.
Tonnage.
Wreckage.
Under the groundage.
Take out the garbage.
Your very may mileage.
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| Parenthood is very much like being stuck in a hole in the floor... but in a good way. |
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