I’m raising her right

My daughter looks exactly like her daddy. Which is okay, I guess. Because

  1. I thought he was cute enough to date/marry
  2. HE looks exactly like his mama.

But my attitude. She’s got it. And also my sense of humor. And my tendency to use song lyrics in conversations. 

On Monday, she texted me to say that she was listening to Macklemore and could not escape. And because that sounded horrifying, I asked her where she was. And her response was to guess. With a clue:

on a boat


I really love my kids.