As per usual, when I got home from work this evening, I went to check on the girls, who were in bed. S., age 9, was the only one still awake.
Me: "Goodnight S. I love you!"
S. <rolls eyes>: "How could I ever forget?"
Me: "You can't. But I'll still be telling you the same thing every day when you're forty."
S. <buries face in pillow>: "Crazy dad."
If a father who frequently tells his forty-year-old daughter that he loves her is crazy, I'll gladly wear that label.
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