The other day at pre-school Emily was having a fit, crying. Three girls, one her best friend, were on the tire swing and they would not let her on. I quickly rushed over.
Well, the swing could only handle three so I said we needed to take turns. More crying... NO.
Yes, we need to take turns. I'm going to count to 20 and then it will be your turn.
Emily turned on the tears even harder. No, daddy, don't count to 20, don't count to 20 NO!
"Okay, fine." I said. "What should we count to?"
Through the tears she blurted out... "21."
About Me
- Joel Madison
- I'm an older dad of a wonderful 5 1/2 year-old. I am not a Mr. Mom but a do do a couple of days of day care while my wife is going back to school. I find it very hard and always entertaining. I'm also an award winning Television writer.
No comments:
Post a Comment