Dad for a week exhausted me and enlightened me.
It's also a good name for a sitcom starring Kevin James, which Leah Remini will then join after some other attractive brunette character is killed off.
"Dad for a week, dad for a week;
No matter what he's not at his peak.
He stumbles, he bumbles, he fumbles about;
Through it all Leah Remini will hear him out."
My kid has surpassed me in intellect -- I don't set a high bar. Composure -- I don't know what that means. Kindness -- you go to hell.
All week long, I mispronounced "hegemony," asked her to define her terms and then sought links so I could study what she already knew.
It's a helluva relationship where I've tried to model good behavior for her nigh these 20 years of her life and now she inspires me to do the same.
I also realize I must be better at taking care of myself as I want to be around for her successes and help if a can during her challenges. It's helped that I've lost about 20 pounds lately, despite being hobbled by knee issues. And that will get better.
We do have a deal that if and when I reach age 80, I can then do whatever I want.
That's good family -- agreeing to a point of planned obsolescence. I will increase drinking, take up smoking and pal around with reckless drivers. Good times.
But it says something of love, a phrase we sons of the Wisconsin Nort'woods only use for Packers quarterbacks.
She makes me want to be better.
Peace and incremental improvement and sunshine unto all of you my brothers and sisters.