One’s Father makes for an excellent bed
In my recent explorations of this new world I have come across one most excellent feature: father. It seems that, in addition to a mother, I also have what is known as a “father”. At first this posed quite a riddle for me, as this “father” person is not a provider of milk which immediately posed the question of: “what good is he?”.
Well now I know. My father is there for changing my diaper, picking me up when I cry out, singing songs to me when I am lonely, and giving me a safe and warm place to make my repose.