Chairs have legs. Four of them, like my father. Meow.
I want to be a dad. Sorry, I’m dyslexic. I meant to write dad.
Yeah, Dad can go and write a script, but if I did something else, I’d produce.
Will your dad freak if I kiss you good-bye?” he asked.
I’m very close to my dad. He’s about six inches away right now and snoring in my ears.
My name is Monika Ora Moniker, but you can call me MOM. Or dad will do just fine.
I am somebody’s son, and I know a guy I call “Dad.” Those two things are unrelated.
Maybe it was Mom and Dad. I don’t know, but somebody was.
The amount of time we give to something indicates it’s importance to us.
The new version is slimmer, sleeker and definitely very popular for Dad.