Since it’s Father’s Day, I thought I should share a story that Ken likes to tell. One day last week, Reid was wearing a pretty dress and her hair was in its many braids. She was the epitome of a girly-girl. Until she saw her daddy, grinned and said, “MEAT!”  And then she showed him a bit of the meat that was in her mouth. (She shouldn’t have opened her mouth like that and we tell her but it happened nonetheless.) Ken calls Reid, “My little carnivore” at such moments.

It’s sweet when daddies have nicknames for their little girls.

Happy Father’s Day!