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MY DAUGHTER THE COMEDIAN

All parents know that their kids can say some pretty outrageous/funny things at various points in time. And what makes them even funnier is that, often, the kid doesn't understand why what they said was funny.

I (along with many other parents, I'm sure) wish that I had been keeping track of, and writing down her witicisms. Nobody else might find them funny, but they would sure be fond reminders of good times gone by when she's into that whole "I'm an adult teenager who just wishes that you would pay more attention to me and leave me alone" thing. Which, thankfully, hasn't happened just yet.

Like the time she was no more than two (like Cindy-Lou Who, that's who), and we were heading down one of the hills in North Spokane. This particular hill is one big S-curve. So as we're going down, coming around the second curve, I hear from the backseat, "Oh my God, we're going to die!"

So here's the latest. I workout a little every morning. Nothing major, just enough to pretend I'm in shape. I do 50 pushups, then a video ab thing, then 50 more pushups. Takes me something like 25 minutes. I'm on the last 50 and breathing relatively hard. She pipes up, "Geez dad, don't die. You still need to make my lunch."

Ah yes, that's my daughter. Never a dull moment.