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.