New levels of sarcasm....

Erin crashed her bike this evening and hurt her foot (again!)

As she was limping by to go to her room, I made suitable sympathetic and soothing noises and began to give her a reassuring goodnight hug.

She shrugged it away, and when I asked why, she retorted, 'Even your hug is sarcastic!'

What's a dad to do?

Conversely, on Sunday when I got home from church, I heard the following on the baby monitor.

Cindy: 'Ally--are you ready to get out of bed?'

Ally: 'I want daddy to get me out!'

Cindy: 'But Ally, you'll have to wait until Daddy gets home.'

Ally: 'I WANT DADDY TO GET ME OUT!'

Cindy was about ready to leave the room when I called upstairs to Ally, letting her know that her knight in shining armor had arrived to save the day.

I can't wait to see who she marries, for she has impeccable taste when it comes to the menfolk in her life.