I've been shopping for back-to-school clothes. That's its own kind of fun, for sure. I love it.
There's a vast variety of graphic tees, and I found myself drawn to one variety over and over again.
Those which boast in their bright letters, silk screened or stitched,
Daddy's #1 VIP
Daddy's... Daddy's... Daddy's.
They still are. They still are Daddy's, and he would undoubtedly place each of those shirts on them.
It's just that I don't want to put them in a place of explaining. I don't want a conversation to come their way that they weren't ready for. I don't want them to have to explain.
At least not more than they have to. At least not until they're ready.