Hoodoo Voodoo Daddy

Daddy must have some kind of magic to his touch. Lately I've been pretty fussy with what the doctor calls colic, what I call gas. And it is painful! Poor mommy spends all day walking around with me, pumping my legs, patting my back, and soothing me, with only an hour or two of respite. Daddy however, walks through the door, picks me up, and all is well. There's no better place in the world for me to be than lying on daddy's chest. Mommy thinks he's slipping beer in my bottle.