Guess Mr. Raz is back and docked.
Still trying to get my land-legs.
TWSS!
Who's she, Ariel?
Hahaha. Fathers of daughters.
Glad I missed that. I get a taste of it with my nieces. That's completely sufficient.
At this stage of the game, I prefer hanging out with my daughters. My sons are cool but it's one big fart joke with them. The immaturity gets old fast.
Fortunately, I missed that, too. Both of my sons despise scatalogical humor as much as I do. Must be something genetic.