I was traveling and at dinner with a client when the call came. It was my daughter Molly with "big news" that she wanted to share. We were just finishing our meals and it didn't look like the client wanted to hang around for after dinner drinks, so I picked up the call and told Molly that I'd call her back, in a bit, when
|Sometimes I think my kids look like this when they call me|
|Nice job, Dad.|
The next morning, I awoke early, and dialed my wife to confess my sin. I launched right into my tale of making our daughter cry, and when I finished, there was some silence on the other end, and then "Oh Dear".
|Not my girl, but like her.|