Flashback Friday: “You Happy, Daddy?”
Every Friday I dig into the archives and dust off an old post. If you haven’t read it, it’s new to you!
My little girl will turn three in August. She is the source of way too much laughter in our family. Her adorability seems to know no bounds, and she has her three big brothers, her mommy, and especially her daddy wrapped around her fingers.
Exhibit A: yesterday she and I were sitting in the van as the rest of the family had run into a store (Haven doesn’t “run into” a store. She will “run around” a store, “run amok” in a store, or “run a store owner’s nerves into the ground” in a store, but she never just “runs into” a store). So as she was sitting in the back seat, I hear
“I sorry, Daddy.”
“Um. Okay. What are you sorry for, baby?”
“I sorry I ate my cwayons.”
And sure enough, I look in the rearview mirror, and there she is, going to town on a Brick Red Crayola like it’s a piece of buttered corn on the cob. (At least she had the decency to peel it first.)