There is something about a young daddy that just butters Miss Ginger's bread. Not a hairy, cigar-smoking, chaps-wearing leather daddy (although those are okay, too!) Miss G means a stroller-pushing, snot-wiping, species-breeding daddy! Maybe it's the ultimately "can'thaveability" of the situation? Or maybe it's the look of the "look what I did and it didn't even hurt" cockiness on his face. Whatever it is, you gotta admit there's something uber-hot about this:
But honey, he could do WAY better than that mama!! Miss Ginger can't squirt out babies, but she'd happily hire a nanny to take care of as many as he wants to adopt if that would keep him happy!
