My reverse Delilah-complex, tackled (pun fully intended) head-on:



My baby boy is a boy-boy now. I’m still crying. And smiling. And crying.
My reverse Delilah-complex, tackled (pun fully intended) head-on:



My baby boy is a boy-boy now. I’m still crying. And smiling. And crying.
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