As much as it pains me to "say" this Milky, you are a Daddy's boy through and through. Don't get me wrong, you like me ok, and I'm a pretty good option most times, except if your papa is around. And then I am chopped liver. Or something even more lowly. Btw, did you know this is the origin of the phrase "chopped liver"? This blog is nothing if not educational.
Anyways, you really like your dad.
Exhibit A.
Exhibit B
The other morning you got in bed with us around 6:30 am and went back to sleep until 9:00 (thank you sweet Baby Jeebus). Sometime in between those two times I looked over and you and your dad were spooning. Actually spooning. And you were smushed together on the edge of the bed as if to remain as far away from me as humanly possibly,
The Prosecution rests Your Honor.
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