So I was in the bathroom a few days before, checking out my physique, topless.
Caitlin walks in, and asked what the heck I was doing.
I decided to be honest.
“Daddee’s looking at the lines on my body**”.
“Lines? What lines?”
“These lines” point at the curved lines beneath what used to be spectacular pecs*. “Daddee’s getting fat.”
Now she is telling people she doesn’t wanna eat so much because she doesn’t wanna get fat- “Otherwise I will get lines on my body like Daddee…”
Yeah thanks kiddo.
* Okay I exaggerate.
** The lines look like bra-underwire marks on my body now- this, I am not exaggerating. I will spare you the photos lest you cannot look at me in the face the next time we meet…. or vice versa.
It’s a combo of gravity, fat, and the lack of youth.
I am in trouble now….
