A few evenings ago, we were all getting gussied up for the nighttime wedding of an ex-Intern at my wife's office.
The kid's were actually invited.
So, out of my normal jeans and a teeshirt Stay-at-home-Dad costume went I, and into the old slacks, shirt, and sport coat that I recently had freshened up at the local dry cleaners (still open, but they send all their cleaning out now).
I selected my tie, and was in the process of making my dull old windsor knot when my 3-year old bounded into the bedroom to show off her "wedding outfit."
It was at this point where she completely forgot about her own glamorous self and fixated her pre-K stare on the flipping and flopping of brightly colored silkened material around my neckly regions....to which she muttered...
Daddy, what are you tying a dishrag around you for?"
You can tell how extremely proud I am to announce that my 3-year old had never, until that moment in time, seen her Daddy put on a tie before.
Life is good.
And so was the wedding, but more on that in a future post.