Rissa May Stay With Me, Daddy -

The Shifting Tides of Parenthood

She squirmed down, patted my knee with the condescension only a preschooler can muster, and walked back to her castle. Without looking up, she said it: rissa may stay with me, daddy

And here’s to the dads who learn to sit two feet away, waiting patiently for the next lap invasion. The Shifting Tides of Parenthood She squirmed down,

At first, my ego stung. Does she not want the ice cream? Does she not want me*?* spun her around

There’s a phrase I never expected to lodge itself so firmly in my chest.

I scooped her up, spun her around, and asked the standard dad question: “Ready to go get ice cream, just you and me?”