My dad is stronger, faster, cooler, and can throw things way farther than yours. He's #1. It's just a scientific fact.
When these lines get lower, my lines get better. (To me, anyway.)
It may not always come through clearly while I'm wailing and flailing at all hours of the night (and morning), but I'm pretty glad I'm not just a kid — I'm your kid. I'm not crying. YOU'RE crying.
Don't forget the matching shirt for Dad.
A logo? Nah. It's a badge of honor. Being a dad never looked so good.
A logo? Nah. It's a badge of honor. Now...has anybody seen my keys?