We'll start it off with a quick comparrison on how I feel about my momma vs how I feel about my daddy.
Daddy - "booooo"
Momma - "touchdown"
Daddy - "nooooo"
Momma - "touchdown"
Next, let's move on to how my momma dresses me vs how my daddy dresses me...
Here my daddy has dressed me in a onesie wth "kneebar specialist" across the front. What exactly is a kneebar specialist? Is that one of those bramillion du bitsu moves?
My momma dresses me in a cute warm jacket with little ears so people say how cute I am.
Daddy puts me in Oregon Ducks stuff. While there is really nothing wrong with that what so ever because I'm the newest member of the Quacker Backer nation, I thought it did illustrate a fundamental difference between my momma and my daddy. I mean, don't they have any pink Ducks stuff?
Here's one of my mommy's favorites. The highly debated cow outfit.
Now we will examine how my momma takes care of me. My momma spent all day waiting just to see me, she did a bunch of hard work and daddy told me she was amazing. My momma feeds me, takes care of me, gives me baths, changes my diapers and protects me from my crazy daddy!
Momma spent a whole lot of fuss over little ole me.
And what does my daddy do while all this stuff goes on?
He sings "fat guy in a little coat" and pops his collar on the one size doesn't fit all outfit at the hospital.
And then? Sleep!
I love my momma very very much. Here's a picture I took of her.
Here's my meemaw. That's my momma's momma. She did a great job on my momma, she's a wonderful momma and I can see where it comes from. Pay no attention to that guy in there, this is Mother's Day!
Here's my Grams. That's my daddy's momma. I would give her credit for how my daddy turned out but I'm not sure she would like that very much. She told me that my Gramps dropped him a couple times when he was little!
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