A few nights ago, during church PNO (Parents Night Out) mom and I tried to watch the new Martin Scorsese movie, The Irishman.
Mom didn’t make it. She fell asleep and we barely make it halfway through the film.
Growing babies is hard work apparently.
But, really. How would I know?
I mean, I’m tired. And I didn’t do much of anything today (but read and write).
I can’t want to fall asleep watching movies with you over the next 60 years.
I love you.
-Dad
H, so we were talking after your class sang your two songs here.
The next day we were watching the video of it online and you made a comment that made me stop.
You said:
I don’t like the girl that sang the second solo.
When I asked why, I thought your answer was going to be about her saying something rude or unkind on the playground, or what have you.
But you said:
She always comes in at the wrong parts.
Now I don’t know if you “don’t like her” because she got the part to sing the solo, for some other reason, or if you genuinely disliked her lack of musical prowess.
But I like the spunk!
I love you.
-Dad
K, H had a field trip today.
It lasted almost all day.
Since mom volunteered to be a chaperone for it, the coming trip was a hot topic of discussion last night at the dinner table.
And, I mean, who can blame H?
She was excited to go.
You were feeling a bit left out of it all…
So I picked you up today for a lunch date just after 11:00.
I was planning on taking you for pizza but I gave you the choice.
Rather than pizza, you wanted to get Wendy’s drive-thru and eat at home.
So we did.
We sat at the kitchen table together and shared your chicken and fries while we watched Incredibles 2 on my phone.
I’m so glad I got to spend that hour and half hanging out with you, even if I had to do a few chores toward the end there…
I love you.
-Dad