Approximately Three.
I’m fairly sure I
remember the purple flowers being taller than my head, and now they reach my
shoulders at best.
They’re still super
pretty though, and Daddy’s with me now.
All little girls
think their fathers are cool but I have the rare privilege of knowing.
He’s so funny, and
always smiling.
He picks me up and
flips me over his shoulder.
He drops me through
Santa Clause’s Trap Door, and I don’t realize at the time how funny the 37 year
old, DJ Dr. Seuss, Karate King, Hot Dog, backward hats wearing, smooth-talkin,
former sucker-at-life was, while just making up some random-ass game to make
his daughter giggle.
The dry humor starts
with you.
“Knights who say
’Ni!’” are funny in precisely the same way.
My scripts are
arranged similarly on a ridiculous premise like a lap being Santa Clause’s Trap
Door, and end even more enjoyably when the ending drops you.
I know how much you
love metaphors and now you know how bad I am at mine.
What’s most
important is expressing how everything you’ve done has made me everything I am.
I love you.
And thank you.
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