Life Is Not Fair

What I learned today was that I'm not looking forward to the work force. Sure, I've got a good 22 years until I really need to worry about that, but I see how it keeps Daddy away from me, and I don't like that one bit. I wish he were here so I can fart on his arm or drool on his shoulder. That's how I tell him that I appreciate his sacrifices. It's not much, but it's what I got.

Come back home, Daddy. Miss you.

I want to fart on your arm.