One day, she’ll be 50 and still my baby girl.

One day, she’ll be 50 and still my baby girl.
My kid is financially crushing it.
“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.”
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