How quickly the month of April has flown.
I don't have any poem to end the month, unfortunately. But I do have some news.
Guess who is going to be a daddy? FANCY FEAST!
I learned this yesterday, and it has taken me 24 hours to recover from the news. The baby is due in November, and I estimate that by December he/she will already be more mature than Dad.
3 comments:
That poor baby, I fear and sadly dread,
Will be traded for a loaf of olive bread!
Knuckles G.
...are you sure???
Conceived on Valentine's Day, no doubt.
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