The other night as we were getting ready for bed, Hannah asks, “Dad, what color hair do rednecks have?”
Me: “all different colors, honey.”
Hannah: Blue and green and yellow?
Me: Depends on the redneck
Last week, we were walking into the hospital. I had just told Hannah to stop doing something. Without batting an eye she exclaims, “You’re a horrible father!”
I replied, “I know”.
Last night, while we were getting ready to go to sleep, Hannah was rubbing my hair. She looked at me and said, “I’m loving on you Dad!”
I thought, “Okay, that makes up for the horrible father comment.”