My Ks are blessed because they have a great dad. After all, at our house,
--Daddy is the one who gets dog-piled, and he never complains.
--Daddy is the one who's always open to a mock sword fight, whether with sticks or something else.
--Daddy is the one who yells snide comments during the basketball game that make even the refs smile.
--Daddy is the one who's called on to "come get the bug!"
--Daddy is the one who ran behind the bike when the Ks were learning to ride w/o training wheels.
--Daddy is the one that's as solid as a a rock.
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