Being a zany dad during lighter times makes me approachable during those heavier ones.
She has passions and goals of her own. Some of them, I completely relate to. Others are more of a surprise.
To quote Out For Justice, maybe it’s mood swings, maybe it’s hormones, maybe it’s the need to impose her will. Whatever it is, this little princess is turning three shades of raging.
The smiles are the same and their faces, while different sizes, are almost the spitting image of one another.
I may not have “gotten” it, but friends don’t need to “get” it. They just need to show you support. I hadn’t shown him support and it hurt to realize it.
I want her to be a good person, not just to me, but to everyone.
The days of smoking in the mall, downing an Orange Julius, and watching Dr. Huxtable examine women in his basement have all come to an end.
Don’t tell me what cool is. I know what cool is.
Let’s talk about the grass and the price of chicken and whether I saw the game yesterday. Or not. I’m good either way.
The days of secret parent book-readers, class cupcake parties, and one teacher to remember for the year are over. She will never have them again. That chapter closed at the start of the summer.