Who was able to snore through late night feedings and kids who awake at the butt crack of dawn would find these onesies funny:
Since I'm not that man, may I just say that I hate these onesies? And that I'm going to write to the companies that make these wretched things and demand they be removed from the shelves, as a show of solidarity for every woman whose husband has rolled over and snored instead of offering to help when he hears the miniature babybeast stirring again dear God not again why the hell won't he just stay asleep!?!
Party at 2 a.m.? I effin' think not. Mommy's wake up call? Bite me!
Just bite me.