"Dad got me those because he loves me... are you surprised?" Mrs F says in reference to the roses on the table.
"Yeah... Dad loves me more than he loves you." Baby says.
"Actually... he loves his cars more than he loves me or you!" Baby exclaims.
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I have seen the cars Mr. F has been able to bring home. I cannot blame Mr. F. for the emotions he may be experiencing that would lead Baby to believe this. I, too, would hug those cars. I may even write them poetry, were it me getting to bring home all sorts of manhood-enhancement devices like he does.
As you can see, I am experiencing a tad of jealousy.
It's the best of perks for him, better, in some ways, than if you actually owned one of the cars.
Even the girls have become qualified to give pretty justified car critiques at this point. We're a very opinionated bunch of car snobs now... ironic considering the McDs/puke mobile is still our car of choice.
For the record, Smitty, I did NOT get to bring that Lamborghini home last week. I just drove to the car wash and then photographed it.
(it is still pretty crazy to me at times that this is my job)
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