I've become one of them.
One of those parents who without hesitation, with a fervor akin to that of a leper lunging for a kiddie pool filled with Neosporin, reaches out for a kid, buries their nose in their hindquarters, all in the quest for confirmation that what they alredy expected - the kid has shit their pants - is indeed the case.
Yeah. I'm that guy. Never thought it would be me, but if you don't already have 'em, just wait to see how kids change you.
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