As I was saying goodnight to Thalia this evening, she told me, “Daddy, I don’t like your air.”
I thought that was an interesting substitution for “breath.” Apparently, I was a little too close to her and needed to drink some mouthwash.
August 28, 2013 | 0 comments
As I was saying goodnight to Thalia this evening, she told me, “Daddy, I don’t like your air.”
I thought that was an interesting substitution for “breath.” Apparently, I was a little too close to her and needed to drink some mouthwash.