It’s 7am. You wake up to a distant cry for “momma” coming from a nervy monitor. Knowing it’s your day, you reach over to turn the monitor off. You make your way down the hallway to a door where the small voice is coming from. You take a deep breath, twist the door knob while putting on your biggest smile and open the door.
Me: Good morning baby girl!
Daughter: NOT you!
Me:
You must also, be a dad.




















