So we promised dada that we would post some pictures and info to your blog for some friendly reading while he is away to summer camp (it's really "fat" camp) but we'll call it Malaysia for now. Since dad's been gone you have gotten really sick. And for the life of us, glamma and I can't figure out what you have and your fever is much too high for teething. Your fever is in the area of 102. WOO! that is high!
So anyway...your "dead beat dad" had to go to work in Malaysia so we can afford our beautiful home and can afford me to stay home with you. Every morning you go to our home office door and bang on the door and yell "DADA DADA?" Not only do you call for dada but you now call the other men that play with you dada. We went over to our good friend Tynna's house for our good friend Sabrina's birthday. You proceeded to call Tynna's husband, brother, and brother in law "Dada". I swear your dada is the REAL dada
2 comments:
Not to worry, I'll take care of Dada for you REALLY well.
Tonight and this weekend, I'll be personally introducing Dada to the concept of "Irish car bombs", "pole dancing" and "cute chicks in wet T shirts".
Yep, Dada is in excellent hands, over here in Malaysia. And he's lovin' it too.
:P
J
Well well well... J, I must say, you are a GREAT friend to dada. I happen to be Irish, so introducing him to our car bombs would be worthwhile.
As far as the poledancing is concerned, don't forget to tell him to tip BIG and get the "happy ending" since it's going to be expensed on the corp amex.
Cute chicks in Malaysia? We live in California, I don't think they get much cuter than us in the world... nice try, though... you get an "e" for effort ;-P
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