Day 45 366
She’s the first kid I knew about. I know I made her. I know who her mother is. I realize this reads as very insensitive. We do not care. We are non-traditional. Sarcasm runs deep in the familia. She is my favorite oldest kinder. She inherited her irreverence from me, her confidence from her mother and her spunk to mock both parental units.
Happy Day to everyone who reads this.