As a father, naturally I take pride in the baby steps of progress my little girl makes, such as when she learns to put on her Huggies pull-ups all by herself correctly, with the little princess facing forward. But is it so wrong to take secret pride in her progress in levels of mischief? Such as when she’s learned to push a chair up to the snack cupboard, where recently my can of toffee peanuts has gone missing?
Just something I was pondering this past Father’s Day night, during the closing of the Summer Solstice, when the days again start to grow shorter, typing away, without a can of peanuts in reach.
