Dear Babydaddies:
Thank you. Thank you for helping me make my beautiful babies. They are my greatest treasure, and my One True Reason for living.
Thank you for staying out of their lives. I know it sounds crappy to say it like that and I wish I could say it better but I don’t quite know how. You’re out of state and can rarely visit, and I want you to be more than a Disney Daddy to them.
(You know what a Disney Daddy is, right? The guy who shows up, spends the weekend with the kids at an amusement park, completely ignores all of Mommy’s Rules of Behavior and ultimately leaves the kids cranky/nauseous/disoriented and upset when you go back to your life and they’re stuck with the realitysmack.)
Thank you for everything you’re (not) doing.
