- Diapers, size 3
- Diapers, size 4
- Diapers, size 5
- Scissors
- Glue
- Tylenol
My children don’t look anything like me. Which is fine, by all accounts. They’re real cuties the way they are. The trouble comes when my wife and I come to a disagreement on something. Anything.
We’ll reach a certain point in the “frank exchange of ideas” where Lillian will look fondly at the children, and carefully explain to them one of the following:
“Your daddy could be anybody!”
“I’m gonna take you to your real daddy.”
“That’s not what your real daddy would say.”
Who We Were Then
- David
- Lillian
- Maddie (2 years old)
- Aaron (0 years old)