Elder Extroverted Holy One: “Does daddy have a baby in his tummy?”
Young Extroverted One: “No silly. Boys can’t have babies. He has a beer baby.”
The EEHO and I like to compare belly size. She has challenged me to lose my gut when she loses hers. The cool thing about the loss of my gut is it won’t be poopin’ in diapers and crying in the middle of the night.
Or maybe it will be me after detox.
Dude, the “beer baby” might possibly be the funniest thing I’ve heard this month. Awesome. I love it that she’s being raised in a family that brings her to 12th South Taproom for socialization. Let’s hang soon!