With Me, Daddy [cracked] — Rissa May Stay

I heard: “Rissa may stay with me.”

My four-year-old had just referred to herself in the third person as her own preferred company. For two years, this child has been velcro. Bathroom trips? Supervised. Sleeping? Co-dependent. Grocery shopping? A contact sport of holding hands. rissa may stay with me, daddy

And here’s to the dads who learn to sit two feet away, waiting patiently for the next lap invasion. I heard: “Rissa may stay with me

She squirmed down, patted my knee with the condescension only a preschooler can muster, and walked back to her castle. Without looking up, she said it: Supervised

When “Rissa May Stay With Me, Daddy” Breaks Your Heart (and Fills It)

I scooped her up, spun her around, and asked the standard dad question: “Ready to go get ice cream, just you and me?”