MyThreeDaughters

I’m not one to gloat, but:
Sorry Michael Phelps.
Many apologies, Bill Gates.
Tiger Woods? Try again next time.
Tough luck, fellers.
Tonight, as she kissed me goodnight, Fontaine said:
“Daddy, you’re the best boy in the world.”
I’ll take that. I’ll take it and write it down. I might make it into a T-shirt and wear it. I’m thinking about bumper stickers, buttons and maybe a personalized handmade decorative flag to hang in front of the house.
Pity her first boyfriend, or second, or tenth, because the best he can shoot for is second place.
Stinks being the Washington Generals, eh dude?
But hey, not my problem, because again: “Best Boy in the World.”
And I got the heck out of the room before she could tack on a “for now.”