What am I doing wrong? Is it me? Why will she go for Mom and Ms. Lupe, but "Daddy-Daughter time" has become "Let's-Ruin-The-Carpet time"?
Though I fear for my skin and internal organs, my son is goddamn adorable. He's my first choice for "People I would let excavate my throat," and "If you had to pick someone to accidentally give you a spleenectomy, who would it be?"