Hey there - it’s the General…
I love being a dad. I really do. My kids make me laugh.
My daughter, Ava, is 5. My conversations with her are hilarious.
She is SO sweet.
I tell her that she’s allowed to turn 6, but then that’s it. No more birthdays.
I don’t even want to imagine five years into the future.
But for now - I could talk to her all day.
We were in the car and she wanted to play I Spy.
She starts: I spy with my little eye - something that is blue.
Me: Is it that store sign?
No.
Is it that guy’s jacket?
No.
Is it that car over there?
No.
Is it your school bag?
No.
Is it this? Is it that? Is it yada yada yada?
No. No. No. No.
Well I give up - what is it?
She says: The sky.
I say: Well, normally that’s true, but it’s raining - so the sky isn’t blue today - it’s grey.
Oh.
My turn: I spy with my…
She cuts me off: No daddy - I want to go again.
Ok.
She starts up again: I spy with my little eye - something that is grey.
Grey? Is it the sky?
All proud and smiling, she says: Yes!
Honestly, it’s like talking to Gord sometimes.
