The days of, "there are no socks up here" quickly become "I'm going to a study group with friends" as they hit the teenage years.
We're all artists who can't enjoy our own work because we see the errors that no one else does.
Ugh! Why would you make him kiss me like that!?
You stop caring about what people think of you when you realize how seldom they do.
I started to piece the puzzle together and that's when I learned that, as a dad, I was given pretty much free reign to be as dorky as I wanted.
I'm not writing this to simply tell the story of seeing the world through Olivia's eyes, but also about accidentally making her see the world through mine.
You keep waiting for an adultier adult to run in and say, "Ladies and gentlemen, this person is a liar!"
It seems like from the moment I became the father of a girl, there has been a concerted effort by the world to make me realize that she would one day grow up and move on.