My little girls are an endless source of delight.  This morning, for instance, Ladybug wanted her daddy.  She did not want her mommy and she did not want to play on the floor, she wanted her daddy.  It made going to work tough, but it is a good feeling to know that she longs to spend time with her father.  And when I finally broke free, Butterfly demanded that  I receive her hug and kiss.  Without a second though I obliged and received a great big hug and a mid-waffle kiss.  The maple syrup dripped from my cheek as I closed the door behind me.

This evening, though, I think that I had one of my proudest moments as a father.  There we were, all sitting at the table enjoying a nice meal prepared by my wife.  Suddenly, an ominous, low, rumbling sound filled the room.  Ladybug looked up at me, grinned from ear to ear, and said “Poot!”

Now where do you think she learned such a thing?