I cast a searching look over the frame of my glasses. I could never figure out how people in movies did this so cavalierly; it always hurt my eyes. Maybe if I wore my frames farther down my nose.
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My daddy is Prime Minister. I was born in the back room of a whorehouse on Popeshead Street. I lived there with my mother.
I was 7 years old, and my family had just begun our summer vacation at Lake Sunapee in New Hampshire. My dad and I went into town to get some hamburgers, buns, and charcoal while my mom and brother unpacked. We quickly raided a small local shop, and at the checkout I felt I deserved a package of Twizzlers for a job well done, and dropped them on conveyor belt.
It looks as if kittens have clawed out of their insides. Their tiny bodies are recovering from the mammoth effort required to grow breasts and kickstart the ovulation process. There is barely enough skin to go around.
What happens when mom isn't around? Dads are prone to doing ridiculous things when they're left to their own devices, but now their biggest secrets are in the open, thanks to a recent Reddit thread where fathers shared their top "don't tell mom" moments — which, obviously, is everything you want to be told. She came downstairs and 'caught' me.
Let me elaborate: when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you. But in the abstract, darling, go out and play. Nor are you an extension of my will.
Wyatt Neumann is a photographer and a father. In he took his two-year-old daughter Stella on a cross-country road trip, photographing their journey along the way. Neumann captured sunsets and cornfields and, of course, Stella, often donning one of most two-year-old girls' two favorite ensembles: a princess dress and nothing at all.