So, it's been another day in daddy reality.
My oldest reminds me just how much she loves me by responding to every thing I say with a roll of her eyes and stating "Yeah, right". Then, ups the ante with "Dad, you are SOO weird". Good thing she was just kidding (I think).
Next, the middle child giggles, bats her eyes and just thinks I'm gonna melt. I'll tell you, her future boyfriends are in touble.
Last, there's the boy. He runs around all day in his redneck camouflage, then goes to his soccer game where he and is team mates each score about 10 goals apiece with the exception of one little girl who tries very hard but is neither as fast or aggresive as her team mates. So, on one play, my son takes the ball from the other team, dribbles through the opposition and down the length of the field, stops the ball on the goal line, encourages his team mate to catch up and when she does he passes it to her so she can score. Now, that's what I call team work.