My bird is my baby. Everyone knows that I treat Junior more as my offspring than as my pet. And today, I truly performed as a father.
Yes, Junior got carsick today, and ralphed all over the back seat. Fortunately, leather cleans up good, and the ol’ cockatoo’s always happy to take a shower. But he’s never blown chunks when I was driving the car, so, next time, I drive. Such are the responsibilities of fatherhood.