Daddy Can’t Handle The Truth

While eat­ing break­fast this morn­ing, Dana said, “Your bot­tom is sag­gy, Dad­dy.”

Bewil­dered, I think I said some­thing on the order of, “Huh?”

At which point Dana began chant­i­ng, “You can’t han­dle the truth!”

Over and over.

I did­n’t think I’d have to put up with this sort of mock­ery until her ado­les­cence. I cer­tain­ly did­n’t expect it from a two year old.

I need to tell my ego to buck­le its seat­belt — it’s going to be a rocky ride from here on out.