"Don't worry, Daddy!"
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2015.06.12
Tonight while I was bathing our daughter, she saw me fretting about something and said, "Daddy, don't worry!"
twenty-seven years and one million words
Tonight while I was bathing our daughter, she saw me fretting about something and said, "Daddy, don't worry!"
Racism isn't born, folks, it's taught. I have a two-year-old son. You know what he hates? Naps! End of list.
—Denis Leary