Can’t Pick Your Father…

Last night, in the throes of a meltdown, Vivi yelled at me, “I wish that children could pick their parents! I wish they could, because then I would never have picked you to be my dad! Never, never, never!”

I took it as a sign of my maturation as a parent that this didn’t make me either cry or laugh. It’s a pretty well presented concept, when you get down to it.

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