This is my daughter, the Little Bird. This photo is a few years old, but she’s still pretty bad ass.
Today she brought home the Valentine she created for me at school. Pretty standard, hand-written stuff. Heart on the front.
Then I opened it and read it.
One note before you get to feel the love:
She has a friend who has a goldfish. Little Bird came home after visiting said friend one day last week and asked if she could have one, too. Why not, right? What’s it cost, like ten bucks at Wally World to get her all set up? It’s a no-brainer for her next birthday present this Spring.
There. Now here’s the card:
You are the best dad ever. I like beating you at Candyland. It is fun beating you at every single game. It is nice of you to let me have a fish. You are the best dad ever when I beat you at games.
You’re cool because I can beat your ass at games and you buy me stuff.
Maybe I should buy her a piranha.