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.
8:41 am, June 29, 2004b /
cool–that’s what i get for offering to help drive while you’re having an Imodium moment.
9:02 am, June 29, 2004Wade /
You’re right! Your driving was safe, faster than mine, and very helpful. In all honesty, I think Mr. Bird would’ve ralphed for anyone! He’s just not used to traveling in cars. The daddy responsibility here is cleaning up puke, not driving.