A couple days ago, Riley wanders into our room early in the morning twirling her hair around her finger and being extra sweet. I glance at her and say, "Riley, I love you." Without missing a beat, she says, "Of course you do, daddy."
Dec. 31, I head to Hy-Vee for junk food for the long night. We let the kids stay up, we play video games and we eat food that is really, really bad for us. I walk in the door upon returning from the gorcery store and Dayton says, "Alright, where's the sugar?"
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