There is no doubt in my mind that my kid loves her father much more than she loves me.
That’s ok, and really its no surprise.
With the exception of summer, she’s stuck with me for at least eight hours a day.
Eight hours of random dance parties, eight hours of DIY projects, eight hours of hearing me scream at the dogs, eight hours of reruns of Sex and the City.
Wait a minute, why doesn’t she love me the most? Obviously, I am the most awesome parent alive.
Although, maybe not the most award winning one…
Adding to her reasons of why I’m not her favorite would be this lovely birthday hat I made her.
I find it adorable.
She refused to wear it for more than 30 seconds.
