That’s Daddy’s Girl
As readers of this blog can tell, my posts come in flurries. I post a lot, and then nothing. Feast or famine. That’s how my schedule goes. I’m either insanely busy or just regular normal busy. In any event, today I was driving Parker to her daycare preschool and I had “Badge” by Cream playing on a CD. I looked in the rear-view mirror and saw Parker (she’s 3), in her car seat, with her eyes shut, moving her head from left to right with a big smile on her face, grooving along to Clapton, Bruce and Baker. Her hands were in the air swaying back and forth and her mouth was moving, seemingly singing along, though she can’t possibly know the lyrics.
I turned it up and sang along. All I could think was “that’s my girl!”