A haunting diary of one father’s last days of sanity.
Pity this poor man. His daughter has grown up from a tiny mewling babe into a fuchsia-draped sprite, weilding dolls like cudgels, galloping about the house on tiny pink unicorns, and hosting breakfast parties with imaginary and (no doubt) unsavory friends.
The brave dad filmed the past three months of these Saturday mornings, perhaps as a public service, perhaps as a haunting diary of his last days of sanity.
Watch this, future fathers. And be warned.
Screengrab via Bottlerocket/YouTube
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