Emma is set up to zoom down the slide. I wait below to both catch her and take her picture. Unfortunately, it is not possible to do both, so sometimes she just zooms off the edge and lands on her butt.
I'm not a perfect dad, which is hard to accept. I mean I'm not perfect and examples pop up all the time, but I have to at the very least seem enthusiastic and competant, for Emma, for the other parents. The worst thing would be for other parents to question my precense in the play ground.
"What are you doing here?"
I'm here for my daughter, Emma.
"Oh, I didn't think you, I mean, Oh, you're a father." All the commas are pauses that linger like butterflies.
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