Dad's Futile Attempts.

My poor dad really has no idea what he's doing with me, but he really does try. Last night I wasn't feeling well (I think I'm coming down with a head cold), and dad took over the task of trying to get me to fall asleep. He sang some Beatles songs, along with some Blues stuff, and danced me around the apartment for about 20 minutes. I was out. He's actually not a bad singer in comparison to mom, who should stick to the pluming biz. His only mistake was trying to put me in my crib! No way, dude! 

I love him.