a new paradigm of ego
Chillin’ with daddy… no words needed.
Ok, three words: I love you.
She’s got more hair than you. And me. Combined. Beautiful.
Hahahah! You know, this is where my hair went. She got it. Here is to her gorgeous hair; it will drive the boys of 2025 totally wild… I will probably have to beat them off her with a stick…
…or a riffle you might start practicing your aiming.
In my area of France they say a baby born with hair is a lucky baby and that everything will always work out for this baby.
Wonderful – especially since I’m big on believing in luck, luck one way or the other, a lucky baby would be a dream come true.
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