So I took my daughter to the zoo today, kind of like a last hurrah before she starts Universal Pre-K in the fall. This is officially the last week we’ll be home together, just she and I. *sniff sniff* I thought we were having a good time at the zoo. She seemed appropriately captivated by the tigers, amused by the sea lions and enthralled with the monkeys.But once she caught a glimpse of the playground located smack-dab in the middle of the place, she could’ve cared if a herd of elephants were running past her. The playground was by far the coolest thing about …
Like Father, Like Daughter
My kids adore daddy. When he walks through the door at the end of a long day, a gust of fresh air enters the room. Everyone is suddenly energized and cheerful, and all temper tantrums-in-progress become long forgotten. Daddy is the fun one. Daddy has that special touch. My daughter, Karenna, jumps into his arms, and it’s all over. And the feeling is mutual–He’s wrapped around her pudgy little finger. Father’s Day reminds me of this stuff, and also of my own dad. I remember how he taught me how to bait a hook and check the oil in my first …
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