Conversations With My Daughter.
I know not to succumb to her every whim and hint of affection. Because it is too easy for fathers. Too easy to sickenly dote upon our daughters. We are faced with a miniture version of the woman we first fell in love with but who has no adult faults and is essentially perfect.
And it is too easy to fall head-over-heels in love with these beautiful small women. And no good will ever come of such a scenario.
I am lucky however.
Favourite Daughter: [I have been kissing her neck] Get OFF.
I get OFF.
FD: You're prickly.
It's the weekend. I have not shaved.
She suddenly grabs my face with both hands and stares at me with the completely unselfconscious manner that only children possess. And I know my heart will break the minute she loses this ability.
FD: Some of your prickles in your beard are black, but LOADS are yellow! But most are silver.
She peers at me a little longer. And alters the angle of her head. Her eyes go wide.
FD: You've got a beard IN YOUR NOSE!
She shakes her head in astonishment.
And without warning pulls my bottom lip down.
FD: DADDY! Your TEETH are yellow TOO! But only the bottom ones. You know. The ones that are all crossed-over.
And we continue our day.