Miss Emily usually arises between 5am and 5:30 and it is my job to entertain her so the rest of the house can sleep. This morning we had a nice father/daughter moment when we composed a ‘fill in the gaps’ poem.
It needs to be noted that there was a lot of soft chuckles as we remembered some recent ‘terms of endearment’
My Dad Calls Me
My dad calls me Emily ThumTHucka
My dad calls me Missy
My dad calls me Hungry
My dad calls me Toad
My dad calls me Noisy Girl
My dad calls me Tonka Jim Jo
My dad calls me Sleepy Head
My dad calls me a pain in the bum.
My dad calls me Mischief
My dad calls me Miss Chatterbox
My dad calls me Thirsty
My dad calls me His Little Girl
My dad calls me Evil Incarnate
My dad calls me, ‘My Precious’
My dad calls me his Happy Shelia
My dad calls me his Baby.
I think my dad forgets my name sometimes.