Daughter: Dad, this cracker is for you.
Me: Aww, thanks sweetie.
I take the cracker, the last one, and notice that it is wet.
Me: It's wet.
Daughter: Yah... I... sort of... ate it. A little.
Me: Oh yeah?
Daughter gives me a sheepish grin and waits expectantly.

I’m such a sucker.

Comments

1. pete on 2005-09-19 22:42:38 wrote: mmmm…wet crackers. :) that was sweet though.

2. pete on 2005-09-19 22:45:52 wrote: not sure if it’s just me, but your wordpress craps out everytime i submit a comment. but the comment seems to go thru.

3. john on 2005-09-20 02:11:21 wrote: Thanks, Pete. And thanks for letting me know about the comments… should be fixed now.

4. silph on 2005-09-25 17:14:28 wrote: I think I’m a little slow.. wh.. what was she waiting for? I don’t understand! is confused -_- ah. I just reread the title, literally. the compromises that fathers go through! :-P awwww

5. Mindy on 2005-10-02 09:04:41 wrote: After my friend came into the kitchen last night and said, “I’m not eating another potato chip in this house, ever,” I put the bag right in the trash can. All I could get out of him was something about hammock, dress, putting back, underwear, sneezing. At least two of the three children were involved.

6. alexia on 2005-11-24 16:44:43 wrote: I’m 32 now and I still find myself giving my dad my half-gnawed goodies, like chocolates with weird mystery centres or a barbecue rib that tastes a bit off. I should probably stop, but he still gladly accepts them, too. sheepish grin