Sometimes, they get confused. Like when I’m sitting at the computer trying to finish some contract web work on the weekend and my newly-toddling daughter comes around the corner and grins at me like the sun and stars together, followed by her wonderful and patient mother, and I have the gall to say, “Five more minutes.”

I do not want to be that dad.

So, the fact that I only got a handful of lines typed is okay.


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