MetroDad: Fingers, Faces & Floaters
Over the past 4.5 years, I've been woken up by my lovely daughter in about a million possible ways.
When she was a baby, it was all very cute. I'd often arise to find her using my head as a pillow. However, I chalk that one up to sheer comfort. My head is abnormally large and I could imagine how an infant crawling on a bed would see my head and be naturally attracted to it. Kind of like Lindsay Lohan gravitating towards an open bar at the Chateau Marmont.
When I'd mention this to friends, they'd often tell me endearing stories about how their kids would wake them up: nuzzling on their neck, jumping on the bed, kissing them on the cheek, or gently cuddling with them in semi-slumber.
Sure, I got some of that.
Not that much though.
Cute kid. I'm so jealous, no one leaves presents for me in the morning.
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