My delicate flower

Twelve years ago I was in a hospital in San Francisco, in labor a month ahead of schedule and wondering what on Earth I had gotten myself into.

And I did it all so that tonight I could sit and hear my sweet, adorable princess of a daughter call her father a douchebag at the dinner table.

Good times…

She claims she said “goofbag” and we are pretending to believe her.  But we also told her not to say the other one ever again.

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