Girl Dad
These are my three ‘little girls’.
Apparently I was a ‘Girl Dad’ before it was cool, except my version was a tad more manly.
@The_CINC ‘s BFF once told me
“Your daughters are so lucky to have you as a father.”
Totally Blindsided me.
I was just Daddy, they are MY little girls. They always will be.
They’ve always known they are loved.
Yes, I braided my little girls hair, and they were so proud of it.
I went to ‘tea parties’, I was a patient, and I am a ‘snuggler’.
They all snuggled with me in ‘my chair’, with a down comforter, watching movies.
Until they got too big, which is still a debate on whether ‘Tiny Dancer’, our youngest, has reached that point. At least it’s a debate on her part.
I used to ride them to school on my Harley. I would walk them to the door of their classrooms, wearing my leathers, and kiss them goodbye.
They were so proud…
Especially, since everyone thought that I was ‘so scary’.
“He’s not scary, he’s my daddy!” Was a common refrain.
I used to be overprotective.
Before I met my Son in Law; Uno, my eldest daughter’s husband, for the first time, she implored
“Daddy, please don’t scare this one, I really like him.”
I responded
“Darlin’, I only scare those boys that mean you harm. When one truly loves you, I won’t matter.”
Daddy of course, was correct.
You don’t have to be milquetoast to be a ‘Girl Dad’.
In fact, in my experience, they prefer that their ‘Daddy’ be a ‘man’.
Just because you are a ‘man’, it doesn’t mean you can’t stoop down to talk to a child, or be tender towards a woman.
What else is there, as a man, worth fighting for?
That’s right folks - Tyrus is gonna be hosting Gutfeld next week and we want your questions. Post your questions below and let’s see if they make the cut!
Greg has called, and after praying on it after Bible Study with Jesse, Dana and Harold...they have decided that, despite how naughty many of you have been(and you know who you are!) that in the spirit of the season that you deseve an Animals Are Great set for Funday, I said, "Spare the Rod" but Greg nipped that in the bud.
So with no further ado.
The first one is perfect.
“Salmon Fishing”
On ‘The Russian River’.
It was hot for a late June Alaska morning on the Russian river.
The mosquitos were out, and his cigar stump went out…
The smoke was effective in keeping the bugs away…
So he told himself.
His four year old son was playing on the bank behind him.
He was standing on a ‘spit’ of mud, and the king salmon were thick.
The ‘rule’ was, you couldn’t just snag the fish, you had to ‘hook’ them in the mouth, or in front of the gills.
Just then he felt a ‘nibble’ on his fly, so he gave his rod a little flick with his wrist to set the hook..
Damn it!!
The hook set too far back…
“James Michael!!” He called to his little boy.
“Yes Daddy?”
“Get over here and land this fish…”
Another ‘rule’ was there was a limit of three salmon a day per person, based on who ‘landed’ the fish.
So, he brought all four of his kids.
His oldest son fished for himself now that he was 13. His two daughters would land theirs early and would walk the banks of the Russian, selling his hand tied...
