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I don’t wanna turn my feed into daddy twitter but I can quickly see my posts becoming an archive for the magic moments.
Take today for example, we were sharing a beautiful moment. I’m told babies don’t smile until they’re 6 weeks old but I was holding her this morning, she’s looking into my eyes when and cracks the cutest smile you’ve ever seen
I pick her up above my head and the smile gets bigger, to the point it’s no longer a smile. I’ve made another major error, it’s a strain. I'm underqualified but I know this is one of two things.
At best it’s wind, at worst....it’s worse
At best it’s wind, at worst....it’s worse
It was worse.
I can only imagine this was the same feeling as the lads had on Saturday 26 April 1986, at No. 4 reactor. I can only describe what happened next as a treble breach.
Sick on my head while simultaneously sharting with what can only be described as the power of a Jimmy Floyd free kick to the point it’s come out both sides of the nappy man. ( @Pampers_UK, engineer to engineer we need to discuss what psi these nappies are tested to)
I’m just stood there like
I’m not ashamed to say it but I completely froze under pressure, and just stayed still until the ordeal was over. I lack the tools, skills and experience to conduct a clean up operation of this magnitude.
Still certain she was smiling
Still certain she was smiling
In the absence of an NCT group
You are my NCT group
You are my NCT group
