Just a few minutes ago I was changing Xander's diaper and had managed to lull him into a false sense of security through a carefully orchestrated series of chin tickles and peek-a-boos. Little did the child realize what horrors I had in store for him, what levels of depravity and cruelty his father would sink to. For I was about to unleash:
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and holy cow- forget coprophilia, you went straight into deviant deviancy! ever hear of building up to something???
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We were playing "raar" (I chase him and he runs giggling, then he attacks me back, and fun is had by all..), and I hid behind his crib, and waited to suprise him, well, he apparently forgot I was there (attention spa---what? runs in the family I guess...). A few moments later I jumped out and went "RAAR!" at Dante, and he jumped a foot in the air and just about pee'd his pants in pure unalloyed toddler terror.
Do I suck? Oh yes, yes I do. Took like 5 minutes for the hysteria to subside, and I felt like some kind of hideous monster the whole time. Thank god for the healing power of squishy animal toys.
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then you can tell him he's unlovable....that ought to scar him for life.
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