Will you look at the adoration on little Ava's face in the photo below left?
Then again if my dad was Hugh Jackman? Well, no. I'm not going to go there. Let's just say I'm really glad that Jackman isn't my father, so I can feel no guilt in having the dirtiest thoughts possible about him!
So happy Friday folks!
Today I'd rather be walking through the West Village holding Hugh Jackman's hand or riding on his shoulders. (yes, I said his shoulders you dirty minded people).