So as I was looking at all the fresh snow outside when my daughter bounced down the stairs in her rams beanie excited about the game. She's very upbeat and says, rams should win easy. As I was about to say damn right, I thought I'd teach her a valuable lesson in expectations and dissapointment. I said, probably...that is, unless Santa has you on the naughty list. She stopped in her tracks and I could see the horror of it even being a possibility hit her 6 year old face, as if santa himself just texted her, "forget it, kid"
Her voice cracking with desperation, she asked, what can I do daddy? I've been good all year. I know, honey, I said. But maybe we can make sure. How, how?!! She begged, grabbing my arm.
Well, Daddy needs to go to the store for more Mai Tai mixer but the snow is blocking daddy's car. Maybe if you would clear the driveway that would do it.
I'm watching her now through the window and I can't tell you how proud I am seeing her hustle out there. At first I told her to pretend she's Saffold clearing the way for Gurley, but as I watched her struggle with the large shovel I knew I made a horrible mistake. What kind of monster sends his little girl out in 2 below with a shovel? Thank God for snowblowers! TRY AND KEEP YOUR FEET ON THE GROUND, SWEET PEE!!
