The reason many of us settle down and have families is when we become fed up with the dating scene. One thing I don’t miss is the random, disconnected, incoherent jibber-jabber spewed by guys in bars just before closing time. Ironically, every time my two-year-old opens her mouth, I’m right back where I started.

“Look, Tyler!  This is a picture of your daddy.  It was taken when he was just about your age.”

“That’s my daddy?!  He has a hat!  And he has his hair on under it!”

Last week Tyler wrote a book about Eva for “Special Friends Day.” After the last page was printed, this is all we heard:

“Eva, do you want me to read you my book again?” “I’m the author AND the illustrator!” “I can’t come to dinner. I have three more pages!” “Can you leave my light on? I want to read my book all night!”

Come presentation day, when asked to read his book to the class: “No, thanks. I want YOU to read it!”