Today at dinner, Andrea wanted ice in her water, prompting me to teach her to sing the chorus from legendary urban poet Vanilla Ice’s Ice, Ice, Baby.
While this may not earn me any points toward a father of the year award, a three-year-old belting that out at the top of her lungs is indeed one of life’s more sublime pleasures.


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