Aug 10

A Quick Thought On Growing Up

Chronologically my daughter is eight years old. Psychologically though she’s increasingly in a transitory state. Sometimes she acts more like four, other times more like 24. See seems to move between the two seamlessly.


I was the same way with my penchant for unnecessary formality.

I know this is perfectly normal; I’m not worried or anything like that. It’s just disconcerting as all hell.

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Jun 06

Daddy Until Death

My daughter is truly a force of nature. Earlier today I went in for a much-needed eye exam at the local Costco. She spent the balance of the appointment grilling the optometrist and choosing out new glasses for me. I must admit she did a good job with the latter. They look good, and at $39 they were among the least expensive in stock.

Afterwards she proceeded to get a temporary tattoo in the image of “Costco Sally,” who looked like a cross between Raggedy Ann and the Cat in the Hat.


We didn’t get it either.
Image credit: ~Nightshadow-Horus

As soon as it dries she proceeds to scratch the tattoo off. “Why get it if you were going to do that?” I asked.

“Destruction makes me feel better,” she replies, also noting she forgot she was allergic to temporary tattoos.

This was all BEFORE lunch, mind you.

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