“When did you know you’d be famous?”
I smile thoughtfully, shift slightly in my seat, leaning back as a cross my legs; a pensive and knowing look greets millions of adoring fans.
“I suppose you could say I knew I was bound for stardom the moment I began What Did Your Mom Say?”
My gigantic Tony Robbins ego bends down, whispering daily affirmations through a thousand pearly white teeth, “Visualize your blogging success. See your fame and be it.” There I am, famous and telling the daily talk show circuit the secrets to my cut-throat-world-of-parental-blogging success .
It’s common knowledge that parents are a deluded bunch. As soon as I heard that little muffled heartbeat it was: “HOLY SHIT, we created a life” and I understood exactly why. Everyone else in the world must surely understand the significance of me (ME?!) and my partner creating a human being - OUR human being. Already we see the glazed eyes and polite “I don’t give a shit” smiles, so we've decided against renting out a theater to screen our 3D ultrasound video.
If you’d told me a year ago that come next March I’d have traded my hipster pad for a bungalow on a quiet street and started a Dad Blog I wouldn’t have believed you for a second. But alas, here I am, all responsible and shit. But these things happen, and I wouldn’t change it for a second.
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