Video - Double the Dads, Double the Fun: The Search for My Blue Shirt

"Leo, do you know where my blue shirt is?" I asked, rummaging through the laundry. "Ask Dad," Leo replied, not looking up from his book. "Which one?" I sighed, heading to the living room. "Dad, where’s my shirt?" "Go ask your father," Dad said, eyes twinkling. I found Dad #2 cooking. "Dad, blue shirt?" "Ask your mother," he chuckled. I groaned and retraced my steps, only to find Leo holding my shirt. "Found it in your room," he said, smirking. "Thanks, Leo," I said, rolling my eyes. The worst part? Endless loops of 'go ask your mother.' The best part? Twice the love.