Another day with the Maly way

Last night I was giving Maly a bath and I was trying to wash her hair. She’s hit or miss if I can get her to wash her hair. I started to get her hair wet when she freaked out and started screaming and crying. I left the bathroom for a minute and came back with a loose plan to distract her:

“Hey, Maly! Who is my mommy?”


“Who is Daddy’s mommy?”


“Yeah! That’s right!”

“And who is Daddy’s daddy?”



“And he’s with Jesus.”

And that’s when I had to leave the bathroom for another minute to shed a couple tears while reveling in my lineage and my little girl, sitting in that bathtub, for whom I want to live forever.

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