I thought I was the adult in charge. Then Sara arrived. A single dad’s confession about sleepless nights, sore arms, and being happily owned by a tiny dictator.
Category: Daily Life with Sara
A Donut Filled with Formula
She’s two months old and already running a full-scale PR campaign with her cheeks alone. A single dad’s love letter to “Donut”—and the only filling that truly matters: baby formula.
Sara and Me 