We call the boy Danger Monkey. Because… it just fits. And he loves it.
DM (age 3 1/2): “When I’m grown up, I will live with someone else who does not have a baby.”
[Editor: Yeah, I hear ya, buddy. I hear ya.]
DM (age 3 1/2): “Things are different now that I’m halfway grown up.”
[Editor: Good luck with that.]
I’ve been mad at my Dad for most of my life because of the mistakes he made. And he made plenty. Bad ones.
But now I just wish he was still alive so I could tell him that I’ve made my own mistakes. I finally know for myself how hard it is, and I have forgiven him, and it’s all just love and respect now.
Most days I think I’m a pretty good Dad. And — good or bad — I am who I am because of him. So my successes are his legacy. So… thank you, Dad, for everything.
Happy Fathers Day.
I had a sincere conversation with My Oldest Girl yesterday about the science behind Einstein’s Theory of Relativity. She thinks it is really cool. I think I’m going to cry I’m so happy to be having such conversations with my child.