It's Saturday morning, it's pouring rain outside, I'm lying in bed reading Dr.Seuss to my little one. He just drifted off for an early morning power nap. It's moments like this, as I listen to the sound of a driving rain, pounding on the windows, juxtaposed to the sound of his sleeping breaths, that I think, a la Bob; "everything's gonna be alright".
Yeaaaaaaa for commas and run-on sentences.
Yeaaaaaaa for commas and run-on sentences.
serefina:
Thats sweet, and to hear a father say that is comforting.... reassurance that their are good men out there!
ride:
Few and far between from what I've seen, but (not to be an ass) there's probably not too many like me.