Funniest Papa EVER!

Storey and I, we do things together. We read. We pretend. We talk about what the dogs are doing. We go for walks and play on the floor. Good stuff. Good, good stuff.

But Storey and Jason. That's a whole different kind of fun. Maybe Mamas produce quiet smiles and an occasional giggle, but only Papas elicit belly laughs in this house. Big, loud, contagious ones.



(Please excuse Howard Stern in the background talking about something apparently large, with a big head. Oh, come on. We all have our vices. This, much like the occasional epithet escaping from our parental mouths, we've justified as harmless until she begins talking. Then we'll reevaluate. Maybe.)