The Daddy Song

With Lydia needing a feeding in the morning around 530 or so, the older girls have grown accustomed to just going ahead and getting up. They're usually pretty well behaved and go upstairs into their play room to play quietly. Other mornings they decide that it is really fun to play like they are in Pamplona and run with the bulls up and down the stairs. Yesterday was such a morning. I rolled out of bed to take a shower, dreading the fact that in a few hours I would have a needle sticking in my eyeball. By the way that really sucked.

I get out of the shower to the Mrs. laughing hysterically. I listen closely and hear her say "Oh you'll have to do that for your Daddy when he gets out of the shower." I hurry up and get ready, wink at that gorgeous hunk of a man in the mirror, and pretend to fire my six shooters. This is a morning ritual I have developed since my house is now full of estrogen. It just makes me feel more manly.

I entered the family room to see my beautiful girls all dressed and ready for school. I'm not 100% sure as of the writing of this post, but I believe my wife has cloned herself because the toys were picked up, the kids were dressed and she was quietly feeding Lydia her bottle like it was no big deal. Trust me - raising 3 young children under the age of four takes as much skill as juggling a battle axe, a running push mower, and a live hamster. If a man tried to do all that, the kids would be dressed like Mr. Hobo Clown, you'd break your ankles on the toys you trip over, and the baby would be screaming her head off while you fumble in the dimly lit kitchen looking for the right bottle nipple.

"Ok Emma," said the Mrs. "Sing that song for your Daddy."

"Ok!" Emma said as she positioned herself just right for the big show.

Now before I tell you the lyrics to The Daddy Song, I want you to picture this cute little redhead girl side-step dancing while shaking her booty (of course with emphasis on the booty shaking).

Ready for the lyrics?


The Daddy Song
    By Emma

Daddy Daddy Daddy Da.
Daddy Daddy Daddy Da.
Daddy Daddy Daddy Da.
Daddy Daddy Daddy Da.

(repeat 3 X)

"THAT IS SO GOOD EMMA!" I shouted. "I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!"

The Mrs. later told me that when I was in the shower, she also sang The Mommy Song, the Chloe Song, and The "Wydia" Song. I'm sure you can imagine how those lyrics went.