One of my many favorite things about my daughter is her ability to cut through bullshit and get right to the heart of a matter. She may be only three years old, but believe me, she’s got your number! This approach especially applies to her father. Yes, I suppose they’re too much alike for a calm, peaceful relationship. At least their fireworks keep our household interesting.
Take last night. Ava wanted something. Erik denied her. She asked. He denied. And on and on and on. Until…..
Ava: Please?
Erik: NO!
Ava: But I promise I’ll….
Erik: NO!
Ava: You’re not listening to me….
Erik: NO!
Ava: OK! You know what Daddy? (A finger drills into his chest). I hate to tell you, but YOU’RE ON THE NAUGHTY LIST!
Would this have been a good time to tell her that my personal nickname for her father during the holiday season is Scrooge? Nah, probably not.
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