Who’s daddin’ hardest?
Thursday, September 8th, 2011I used to think I was a good dad.
I’ve changed my share of diapers, loved up my little guy, carried him to and fro, bought the legion of requisite baby crap and soothed him at night when he gets scared. I feed him, play with him, can always make him laugh and someday I’m going to teach him how to convince a better-looking and more intelligent woman than you to agree to marry you and have your kids.
So I used to think I was a good, maybe even great dad. And then I saw this.
