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Four and five year olds in a Michigan State University study, when offered a hypothetical choice of whether to give up TV or dad, voted three-to-one to give up dad. the little @#%&**'s

I'm not so dumb as to put that question to my girls. I like my self-esteem right where it is thank you. As my girls grow older and smarter they seem to come to me less and less with "daddy, why is the sky blue"? type questions and more with" daddy, do you think Maxwell's theory of electromagnetic fields incorporates Michael Faraday's supposition on lines of force, or do electricity and magnetism propagate their effects via action at a distance such as in say, gravity? Hmmm?

Needless to say my aura of being all seeing and all knowing King Daddy is coming to a screeching halt . When we go out to dinner my youngest can take a look at her sisters plate calculate how many carbs are on it and then quote the proper bolus amount. Her sister rolls her eyes and snaps " I know". All the while I'm looking at her plate and have only gotten as far as estimating the number of french frys.

I'm just not as entertaining to them as I used to be. Sure, if they need a strong back and a weak mind I'm their guy. When we play in the pool it's "daddy, can I stand on your head and dive off it"? My oldest who is my smallest weighs in at about 100 pounds. You can tell they figure "so what if we mash his melon a little, it's not like he really needs it anymore".

I know you fathers out there can sympathize with me as your little girls become women. All of a sudden you find yourself out numbered, outwitted, and generally bowled over by what just yesterday it seems where these bundles of cute, curly haired, cherubic, darlings.

Both my girls play fast pitch softball. They're both very good. I've coached them since they were about 4 years old. "Don't throw like a girl, honey stand up you're not supposed to pick flowers in the outfield, no you can't go to the ice cream truck it's your turn to bat"! I am no longer allowed to open my mouth. If their coach didn't say it, it's not true.

Kari hasn't completely forgotten how to take care of her diabetes yet but I can see it coming. It appears that during adolescence somehow a magnet gets put near their heads and all information about daily diabetes care is erased.

Speaking of magnets Kari now has braces. She has a tiny little magnetic panda bear. She was goofing around with it the other day. She had her back to me and I noticed her jump in surprise. She turns around to look at me with a huge grin on her face. Stuck to the middle of her top teeth is that stupid panda. It was refreshing to realize that even as she is developing her new found sophistication, maturity, and worldliness, deep down she was still dopey like her dad!

Once in a while her younger sister Kristin will show up with blue lips, a blue tongue, and blue teeth. You've gotta love those Baby Bottle Pops. They help remind you that your little girl is still your little girl.

It helps me to bear my loss of stature in the family when bedtime rolls around. Invariably I will end up with two little girls smelling of fresh shampoo in clean pajamas on my lap, their arms around me, heads on my shoulder, waiting for their nightly blessing. It's gotten kind of crowded on my lap as they grow up but that's just fine with all of us.

Still king daddy for a little while longer,

Rusty

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Rusty's ramblings August 06

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