I was reluctant for this one to be published due to the trickery employed by mummy to get the footage. She did not indicate that she was filming. Honestly, we do not allow you to have such sugary drinks. EVER. This morning was a moment of sheer madness and daddy is paying for it with pure, unadulterated shame.
You can tell mummy knows shes onto a good video because you can see and hear her giggle at the start; at the moment where I relent and allow you to drink some.
"Dr Pepper running through his pure little body; coursing around his beautiful little organs," as mummy put it, later.
You can also hear daddy trying to rationalise it and make himself feel better at the end by saying, "A little sip of that's not gonna harm him." Truth is, Noah, neither would a tiny bit of cocaine, but we're not lining them up for you. I know I'm a bad dad.
You may be reading this now as a 40 stone, grown man. If you are, I'm so sorry.
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