Daddies are great. Especially this one.
This daddy will stay up late making you a lunch so you can sleep in just a little longer. He'll even cut the crusts off your sandwiches, just the way you like them.
This daddy will let you watch cartoons on his iPad while he makes you breakfast, oatmeal with blueberries. He'll let you put on the cinnamon, as much as you like, and give you milk to drink even when you forget to say please.
This daddy will take you to the park and play fantastic made-up games, like Troll and Goon. He will carry you on his shoulders when you're too tired to walk on your own. At home, he will play hours of trains with you, doing all the right voices, and he won't protest if all you want to do is make big pile-ups and derailments.
This daddy will teach you jokes like this one:
Why did the monkey fall out of the tree?
Because he was dead!
And he'll still laugh even when he's heard it a hundred thousand times.
This daddy will read to you, night after night, all your favourite stories, even if he really thinks the stories are lame. He will whisper softly in your ear until you fall asleep, but should you wake in the night he will come to you. He will lie down and whisper to you until you're asleep again.
This daddy shows you he loves you, in everything he does, and he remembers to say it too. Especially when there's been anger, or sadness, or tears.
This is our daddy-man. How lucky beyond lucky are we.
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