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Anyone else beginning to resent how much your baby loves his singing toy penguin more than he loves you? Or are you all perfectly fine with him staring at you you like you're a puddle of dog sick, but greeting Pingie like he's a beautiful son, returned from war.
I've given up. I'm officially on strike. Pingie is his dad now. Yes, he has a cool mask and flippers but good luck getting a feed out of him, you little Judas.
We get it. You have a cool mask. We all know you have a cool mask. You never give over about your cool mask. Self praise is no praise, my G.
For my son's sake, I'm willing to maintain an amiable relationship with his new father, so I'll admit some of his tunes do actually slap quite hard.
I'm sorry excuse me?
