THIS MESSAGE IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE CAMPAIGN FOR HONESTY IN FATHERHOOD:
Way to throw it to your wife, Sue. Planted that seed like it was a touchdown spike.
A little more than nine months from now, the greatest day of your life.
Then a lot of **** for, like, three months.
Then a mix of **** and joy for, like, six months.
Then a lot of joy, straight up.
Oh, and soon you'll cry over anything. I used to think "Wires" by Athlete was just a good song. Now I hear it, and I'm driving off the road through a curtain of tears.
And I would give anything for ten hours of sleep... Anything but my baby boy, that is.
It's amazing how you'd die in a finger snap to protect what is essentially a smiling, featherless turkey.
Oh, and don't eat out your wife if she breastfeeds. It'll taste like metal down there. You might as well lick a waffle iron for all the fun it'll be.
What were we talking about again?