Personally, I Upgrade for the Leg Room.

Travel Time.

Two beings travel together, a Master and Slave. The master sets the pace, chooses when to stop (and for how long), and chooses the direction of travel.

In contrast, the slave constantly hovers around the master, lacking any control of direction of travel, carries all supplies, arranges all third party service providers, and cleans faeces.

Kids; when I'm in a wheelchair I'm going to need a couple of slaves.

A Fine Start.

The only saving grace of it all going too quickly is that each day is better than the last.

Gold.

My son was playing with my phone this morning. He successfully rearranged icons and composed a new email. Here it is:

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I think he's trying to send me a message. Possibly something to do with cheese.

He loves cheese.

You Know You're A Manager When...

...on casual Friday you tuck your shirt into your jeans.

I Am Two Dads.

Yes, it's awesome.