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Father's and Daughter's

Umberto

Umberto

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I was reading an article last night about fathers and daughters, and memories came flooding back of the time I took my daughter out for her first drink.

Off we went to our local pub, which is only two blocks from the house.

First I got her a Guinness Stout. She didn't like it – so I drank it.

Then I got her a Smithwick's. She didn't like that either – so I drank it.

It was the same with the Murphy’s and the McSorley’s.


By the time we got past the Jameson and Bushmills, I could hardly push the stroller back home.
 
I remember a time when I was curled up in my bed with the worst cramps that I had ever had. Usually not a problem but OMG this time it was. Dad came in with a funny smile on his face with a glass of red wine. He told me that it would taste terrible but to sip it slowly and it would make me feel better. It did. Thank You Daddy. :flowers: There is a special connection between Daddies and their Daughters and Moms and their Sons.

I was Daddies son that he never had. I remember that he was working on his car and I kept coming over and asking if I could use that tool or another. Finally he realized that something was going on. When he came out from underneath the family car he saw that I had taken my tricycle completely apart. He was working on the car and I was working on my tricycle. :biggrin:

He was the fix-it man for the neighborhood and I am still today for the home.
 
Very nice memories Leni. Bob

Leni said:
I remember a time when I was curled up in my bed with the worst cramps that I had ever had. Usually not a problem but OMG this time it was. Dad came in with a funny smile on his face with a glass of red wine. He told me that it would taste terrible but to sip it slowly and it would make me feel better. It did. Thank You Daddy. :flowers: There is a special connection between Daddies and their Daughters and Moms and their Sons.

I was Daddies son that he never had. I remember that he was working on his car and I kept coming over and asking if I could use that tool or another. Finally he realized that something was going on. When he came out from underneath the family car he saw that I had taken my tricycle completely apart. He was working on the car and I was working on my tricycle. :biggrin:

He was the fix-it man for the neighborhood and I am still today for the home.
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