My 2 year old walked 9 miles uphill in a shitstorm to buy me a pack of Lucky Strikes and a 40 of Hurricane. Little bastard is such a problem solver. He took a garbage can lid and used it to sled the shit back home. He earned his slimjim and chocolate milk that day.

I expect him to be a cage fighter when he grows up but it wouldn’t surprise me if he becomes an assanot. He swears one day he’s gonna send me a selfie where he moons me from the moon.

He’s a single father himself though so he knows what I go through.