Things I must teach my daughter

Everytime the doorbell rings or someone knocks on a door, it is NOT ALWAYS a man delivering pizza. Just sometimes.

But we do know her favorite food, I guess.

This entry was written by Keith Garner, posted on 1/30/2006 at 10:46 am, filed under Fatherhood. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post. Post a comment or leave a trackback: Trackback URL.

3 Comments

  1. Chris
    Posted 1/30/2006 at 3:44 pm | Permalink

    Hope it’s not Karl Hungus, who’s there to “fix the cable”. I hear he’s an expert.

  2. Zippy the Pinhead
    Posted 1/31/2006 at 12:00 am | Permalink

    PIZZA!

  3. Ralph Siegler
    Posted 2/9/2006 at 4:05 pm | Permalink

    My two year old also is a pizza addict. Since I’ve started rolling my own Chicago deep-dishes, I can’t even say the “p” word since he’ll drive me nuts for an hour while the dough rises. Once I start simmering the sauce the secret is out and he goes nuts.

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