Today was Papa Ari's first day of class after yet another long break from school. While the baby wanted to come to class with Papa Ari, I was very strict and refused to let it leave the crib. It attempted to stomp its feet, but its knees (despite the Pilates) have not strengthened enough to allow it to stand. After a brief pitstop at the doctor's ("a small penis is nothing to worry about at this stage. He will undoubtedly be as famed a lover as his father"), Papa Ari arrived at class to discover that his favorite blazer no longer had an elbow patch, and also that moisturizer needed to be applied to elbows in winter (who knew?).
Papa Ari was also informed that he would never get a job given his present credentials. Unfortunately he Marri-ed for love instead of for money. Boo! Now I have to support this kid and his fashionably expensive Pilates classes.
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