"Don't worry, Daddy!"
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a 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-eight years and a million words
Tonight while I was bathing our daughter, she saw me fretting about something and said, "Daddy, don't worry!"
...and when you try to get some, it surely can be hard. There's always trouble waiting, when you leave your own back yard.
—Motorhead, Lost Johnny (lyrics by Mick Farren)