My little girl is turning five this week. Like many dads and moms, I feel like the five years went by way too quickly.
Then I snap out of it and realize the Little Monkey has been tormenting me for over 157,788,000 seconds. She’s so cute and very bright, but she’s also incredibly stubborn and very emotional
like her mom. If I should try to console her when she’s in one of her terrible moods, the little monster would rip my heart out, grind it up in a blender, drink it like a smoothie, and burp. Then she’ll put on her sad face and has the nerve to tell me I don’t love her because I don’t have a heart.
Even though my daughter torments me at times, I still love her. I love the way she smiles. I love the way she laughs. And I love the way she kisses and hugs me. No matter how old or demonic my daughter gets, she will always be my little girl. I love her to infinity and beyond.
To celebrate her fifth birthday and prepare her for the future, we’re going clubing. Afterwards, this is how her hangover will look like: