Learner Dad: Cutting my toenails to keep my wife off Tinder
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I’m pretty much my father at this stage.
I already have his sigh as I sit down, the grunt when I try to get back up, the folding my hands over crossed legs that he used to do, the grumbling at the news. It can’t be long before I take to wearing a cardigan over a shirt and tie on days I’m not planning to leave the house.
