I Thought He Was A Girl


The day before we found out we were having another boy, I told my wife, “I hope it’s a girl. I would feel bad having to split my guy time with John Michael.” I’ve come to know this child. We’ve become best friends. I honestly don’t know another friend, or even my wife, well enough to instinctually know that he needs to poop. I just know. It’s time. Read More