Category Archives: H

Wrangle You

K, last night reading books you were just the sweetest thing.

You and H were wild and crazy after baths and it was all we could do to lotion you two up and wrangle you into your pajamas.

Afterward, mom and I could barely even calm y’all down enough to read books.

During the thrashing, you bumped into mom’s stomach and I (mostly joking) asked you to apologize to your little sister.

Your voice immediately became gentle and sweet as you got down and talked to mom’s stomach:

I’m sorry baby sister. I love you.

My heart.

I wish I could bottle all this up.

I love you.

-Dad

Have Cash

H, back when you were at Learning Tree, this happened and I forgot to tell the story.

This one day there was a bake sale in the front office.

I think the Kindergartners do it every year. Or maybe I am inventing things.

Anyway. We were walking past their setup and you asked me to buy you something.

I quietly told you no. And that I didn’t have any money for it anyway. They only accepted cash.

In a heartbeat, you announced to the entire room, with a dozen parents and kids coming and going:

We can’t get anything because my dad does not have any money!

Everyone exploded with laughter.

Laughing too, I told the room:

I don’t have CASH! That’s different.

Ha!

I love you, goose.

You make me laugh everyday.

I love you.

-Dad

My Soap

You girls like the smell of my soap more than mom’s soap.

And it just kills her. Bahahaha!

See, whenever we take showers instead of a bath, I offer you a choice before we start with the soap:

Do you want mom’s soap? Or dad’s soap?

9 times out of 10 you are both picking my soap.

But it doesn’t stop there.

You even prefer my hand-soap to mom’s.

So much so that, H, if you want to use mom’s sink to wash your hands, you switch the soaps before you begin.

Honestly, it took us a few days to figure out what was happening…

I get it.

I love a good soap smell too.

None of that stinky stuff like mom uses. 😉

I love you.

-Dad