Narrabri was expecting me.
Narrabri was expecting me.
At one church service I got a chocolate and, at a second, a gift bag with licorice all sorts and a label that said ‘God loves all sorts of dads’. A dad gift with a dad joke. Pretty epic. Then there was a dinner with roast pork belly, carrot and fennel, and potatoes roasted in …
I was taken aback that Peter didn’t know the interrupting sheep knock-knock joke. Fortunately I was able to show him this father-daughter-sheep literal version to set him straight.
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