Sam has pink eye. Poor kid. When I got her from day care, she was just waking up. We noticed her eyes were covered in goop. I found the Mystic River Pediatrics and Dr. Bloss fixed her up with some eye ointment and some oral antibiotics, since she has been sick so long and is getting worse, not better. Her cough is really phlegmy and her nose is getting so stuffy it won’t even run anymore. She is so good about taking her medicine. I couldn’t be prouder of her. The rough part is getting the ointment in her eyes, but I only have to do that for two days.

Sam asked me to marry her the other day. I told her she was my daughter and there was no closer relationship than that. She will always be my daughter and we don’t have to have a wedding to make it official. I think I also said our ties are closer than any husband’s, but I can’t really say that in fairness. I hope she finds someone she can be even closer to when she is an adult. Just not for a long time yet. I’m having too much fun with her and I am not ready to share her yet.

In the pool today Sam wanted me to move. So what does she say? “Excuse me, Madam.” I laughed so hard. I have no idea where she got that from, but it was hysterical.

If I call her my little bunny, she informs me she is my little penguin, and when I remind her that penguins eat raw fish heads, she gets this prim little voice and tells me she is a penguin that eats fish heads that Grandpa cooked. That evidently makes everything okay.