I’d be willing to bet the one billion dollars that Instagram got from Facebook that your child already hates you.
Maybe this is one of those “Honey, I’m showing you this so you never become this” sort of father-daughter talk. But most likely this is the kind of guy that would attempt to take his daughter to a titty bar.
If I can’t get that claw to pick up a 2 ounce stuffed basketball, how the hell am I supposed to use it to pick up a child?!