Promoted to Dad

One day, I’m back after a long day at work. My wife isn’t around. I’m trying to feed my daughter. She’s taking a painfully long time to chew her food. This is something she can do if she doesn’t feel like eating. She can keep the food in her mouth and not chew. You get stuck. You can’t tell her to open her mouth, because she’s got food in her mouth. You can’t keep waiting forever either, because either you’ll sit there all night or you’ll quit but not feed her enough. Now I know one school of thought is to let her go hungry for this meal, and she’ll not trouble in future, but I didn’t go to that school. So I hear myself telling her every few minutes, “chew”. “chew chew” It almost works a few times before it fails. I find myself getting angry and almost like an army sergeant yell, “Chew Chew Chew!” My daughter says, “That's a train!” You win some, you loose some. Note to daughter: You’ll have a kid someday. She/He’ll have your genes too!