Daddy’s little…girl?

(Note: We’ll find out the baby’s sex this week.)

Frankie, an evil-kitten firecracker friend of ours, demanded of me, “Well, what do you want?”

It being quarter to five in the morning of the first day of the new year, I was a little slow, if honest: “I want a happy and healthy baby.”

“No, dumbass, do you want a boy or a girl?”

“Oh. I honestly don’t care.”

“You’re so full of shit.”

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