It’s always a bit of a balancing act.
It can twist you in all sorts of directions.
You have to be a chauffeur…
And a bed.
Or a shelter against the storm.
Sometimes you end up butting heads.
You end up with quite a tail to tell.
Swimming lessons? Part of the gig.
(Pause for group huggle.)
(Another paws for belleh snorgle.)
(Another paws for belleh snorgle II.)
Kids just need a trunk to hang onto.
Or a tummy…
…to rest on.
And then there’s the Mom Taxi thing…..
Hanging out as a Family Unit. Now you see ’em…
Now you, uh, don’t.
Like father, like son.
Sometimes U invite the relatives over to help.
Keepin’ ’em clean- always a chore.
Time for a
face to face nose to nose talk…..
….and maybe a little of the ol’ “Now see HERE, young man.”
From Bored Panda by way of Ella P.