One day, she’ll be 50 and still my baby girl.
My kid is financially crushing it.
“No. Only Daddy does my hair.”
“My door broke. When’s lunch?”
I don’t impose. I don’t assume. I ask if I don’t know.
The only trigger warning we got was “remember to take the safety off first.”
It doesn’t mean I let her do anything she wants. In fact, it’s the opposite.
The only thing you can really say is “bless you”.
I don’t want my kids to have “daddy issues” one day.
“What is that? Ugh. It’s probably my kid.”