Mom made egg free chocolate donuts special for K this last week.

See, all donuts have eggs in them.

This means that K’s choices at the donut store are limited to choosing either a croissant or a bagel.

Being kind and thoughtful, mom wanted K to have a donut that she could eat and not feel left out.

Mom loves you girls so much.

And she works super hard to be both a good mom at home and keep a great day job.

But – God bless her – those homemade, egg free, donuts were awful!

None of us liked them. But you don’t know till you try, do you?

That’s fine by me though.

A flaky croissant with butter and black coffee will do just fine.

I love you.

-Dad

Mom and I went to a lame game today.

A lame Texas Tech football game that is, against TCU. (TCU won 33-31.)

See, mom has to go entertain bank customers once a year in the company suite and as a spouse, I get to tag along too.

It sure is nice up there with all the soft seats, free food and drinks, and fantastic view.

But the football team is not that great this year. Honestly, they weren’t very good last year either.

All of this was on display by the low attendance crowd acting as lethargic and lame as usual.

I told mom that sports is a funny thing:

If you want fans to cheer and scream at your game, it’s simple. All you have to do is win.

But consistent winning seasons has been a thing of the past for Tech Football since 2009 when Tech fired Mike Leach for basically not playing the right kind of politics with the Chancellor and board of regents.

I was mad then about it – and it still makes me mad.

#MikeLeachForever

I love you.

-Dad

This is what Tech football looked like when I was in school:

You girls have this hilarious – admittedly sometimes infuriating – thing you do nearly every night when we read books.

See, most children’s books have little pictures on their back covers that show other books that the author has written.

After we finish a book, you will turn the last page over and point and ask:

Do we have this one?

Mom will answer yes or no.

You will point to the next book, and next book, and ask again, and again, until you have asked about every single book pictured.

Do we have this one? Do we have this one? Do we have this one?

It’s only ever an issue if we are late getting to bed and pressed for time.

H stared it. And seems to be on a mission to teach K too.

And T, I’m sure you will pick up on it soon too.

Y’all are perfect.

I love you.

-Dad