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... 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.
I'm not transparent, but I am authentic.