Muh Main Man turned 45 today, and Little Chic wrote a special poem for him. It was so sweet and we both got quite a kick out of it, especially since she inherited her dad's creative spelling.
Fauthers fix broken hearts
Fauthers fill our brains with smarts.
Fauthers wipe away our tears
Fauthers ears can always hear.
Fauthers know just what to say
Fauthers make all the sadness go away.
Some are sweet and some are kind
Some are cruil and wack your behind!
Daddy, you'r the best
And you beat the rest.
She's a daddy's girl, that one! And fortunately she also inherited her mom's love for the proper use of an apostrophe.
Monday, May 18
Posted by JenLo at 8:44 PM