An inexpert, inexperienced, un-authoritative, enamored view of life.
Sunday, November 10, 2013
My Dad and I are bantering over dinner. Dad: Just don't lose sight of the fact that you are my creation. Me: Well, mom did play a role in the matter. Dad: (Grins.) Please. It was all me. She was just the means of transport. While I see how this might antagonize any mother, I find it adorable that someone loves me fiercely enough to want the credit for every bit of me.