A stay-at-home-dad offers thoughts on the joys and sorrows, and everything in between, of fatherhood.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

"Come on!"

Somehow, my wife and I seem to be raising a future leader. "Come on!" Annalee says, beckoning me or my wife, or both of us, to accompany her to the next piece of playground equipment, to walk the dogs around the block, to sit at the piano and play as a duo (or trio). She says the words all day, every day, in situations we could not have anticipated. Besides being a natural reaction to being a nearly powerless little person in a world of big people, it is among the most endearing pronouncements I have heard. I'm beginning to say it more and more myself. "Come on!"

As of today, September 26, she intends to be a blue bird (not necessarily a bluebird) for Halloween.