Beloved wife points out that ikea and I did battle again. However, spurred on by my love for our unborn babe, we were able to leave Ikea triumphant! Not more than 3 tantrums on my part, a paltry single panic attack, and no useless fruit parers, woolen rugs, or gadgets. SUCCESS!
Moreover, beloved babe has shared her first secret with me (I'll never tell). I'm earning her trust already. She also gave me a robust high five about 7 millimeters to the left of Moms belly button. Fatherhood— Here. I. Come.
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If you think you can raise a newborn without an Ikea fruit parer than you have some hard lessons in front of you, my friend.
(WFA)
I haven't set foot in Ikea since a severe 2002 panic attack and subsequent hysterical bus ride back to the port authority. Congratulations on taming the beast in the name of procreation!
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