For Fathers Day, Linette and the kids gathered up every shirtless photo I’ve taken since Clementine’s birth and bound them together in one giant coffee table book.
For what it’s worth, they claim it’s just a coincidence, and that they hadn’t set out to find every photo in existence of my nipples. Regardless of their intention, though, that was the end result. And we now have a book downstairs in which, on every page, you can see my breasts. [It’s like “Where’s Waldo” but with my tits somewhere on every page.]
At first I was horrified, but now I’m thinking that maybe I’ll see if I can find a publisher for it.
Oh, and they also made me breakfast.
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Mark Maynard, Happy Father’s Day ’15!
This is bigger than the new 50 Shades of Grey book.
Extra nipples?
Did you have one of those tubey things that hook up to a bottle let you “feed” Baby? I saw a picture of one of that once…a guy was “breastfeeding” his kid using it and he looked…really uncomfortable. I couldn’t fit all of the awkwardness into my eyes.