I remember when I was little, I went into the woods with my dad to see where he was going to build his deer blind. As we were walking through thick brush, he walked past a branch. I was right behind him and the branch snapped back and scraped me across the face. That was right before my first grade pictures...and, yes, it hadn't healed before picture day. So I have photo evidence of that dad fail. Regardless, I love my daddy-o. He's helped me move a few times in the past couple of years and there's a lot of wouldn't be able to do without him. Let's hope these kids are just as forgiving as I am.
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