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Me an' Dad being chummy.
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Dad is my dad. His name is Dad. Actually, his name is Don, but thats just boring.
I first met my dad shortly after I was conceived. Assuming life begins at conception, that is. I know some people - the scientific sort - don't believe life begins until the heart starts beating.
Other people - the religious type - don't believe life begins until the baby is born. Thats when the soul is attached to the body, or sumthin', and there ya got a brand new human being.
So anyway, lets assume that my life began shortly when my dad's sperm met and hooked up with my mom's egg. I imagine I met my dad shortly thereafter, 'cause you know he didn't have any qualms about sex when you're wife is pregnant!
Blam-shit!
All over my head...
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