Joker/Hunter
“Happy Birthday toooo youuuu,” I smiled as I got done singing to my sweet girl Rayna. I was the proud father to a three-year-old terror. Michelle and I had one good kid for a little while.
She’s been a dream at least for the last two years. She hit three on Wednesday, and it was like a switch flipped. We never experienced the terrible twos, but the terror threes was a real thing.
She came running into our room and, with a k******e yell, launched herself through the air and landed on me, right on my sack. I groaned and saw stars as she giggled and slapped her little hands on my chest.
My traitorous wife did nothing to comfort me, no she was too busy laughing her a*s off until Rayna leaned over and bit her on the shoulder. She shouted and Rayna threw her little han
