It had been quite a long time since I spent QT with Sprout, so I took her out for a much needed daddy/daughter day. She accompanied me to the park, where I pushed her on the swings for 20 minutes straight. Sprout giggled uncontrollably when I performed the Super Push, one of those overly-exaggerated moves that only a parent of a young child could get away with and not look completely foolish. It was a crowd-pleaser that I pioneered years before when her brother rode the same swing set. As I pushed Sprout, her face glowed and her taut brown curls bobbed in the breeze.
Afterward I took Sprout out for a sushi dinner. Yes, my girl loves sushi. So I splurged and drove us to one of the best spots in the city. We bellied up to the bar and feasted on heaps of expertly prepared salmon and yellowtail. I exposed her to the joy that is the blue crab roll. She even dared to try spicy tuna. The sushi chef was impressed with this little girl savoring his creations and began to flirt with her by making faces as he skillfully prepared our meal. I was impressed with her too.
“I love you, Daddy!” she exclaimed throughout the meal. “I love daddy/daughter day!”
We topped off the feast with a big bowl of ice cream. We were both in heaven, my little foodie and me.
That night, as I was giving the kids a bath, Sprout said to me, “I want Mom to read me a story.” Later I went to give her a hug before bed, but she turned her back to me. She refused to give me a kiss or talk to me. Sprout went off to sleep without so much as a glance in my direction.
And such is life with my daughter.