In a few ways, I am still smarter than my daughter.
A few days ago, my wife and I asked her want she wanted to sing at bedtime. She got this smirk on her face that I’ve come to know as the, “I’m going to pull one over on you” smirk, and said, “strawberry!”
My wife said, “I don’t know any strawberry songs,” and my daughter, I am sure, began to feel very satisfied with herself that she got us.
I, however, dug into my Beatles’ songbook and pulled out Strawberry Fields. My daughter though that was the coolest thing – daddy came up with a strawberry song! She now asks for it every time I put her to bed.
I am a very proud
Beatles fan father.