OldTroubador's blog post - It's Time Once Again.....

….for another exciting episode of My Precocious Daughter.

I forget what the conversation was about, but she dredged up something from the depths of her mind. I told her she was sick. She said, “Daddy, calling me sick implies there is a cure. I am twisted.”

She told me one day she was going to get into the T-shirt design business. I asked her what qualifications she had for that. She said that she already had her first design figured out. It was going to say “Daddy taught me how to fish. Grampy taught me how to catch.”

I made the mistake of telling her one day how much everyone enjoys the way she picks on me. I also told her how a couple folks asked for her autograph. Last time I was home, she and I sat down and I told her some names to address her autographs to and also little notes to include. As she was filling out slips of paper, the conversation went thusly:
Her: (looking up from an autograph) Daddy, have any of your friends ever asked you for your autograph?
Me: No sweetie. No one ever has.
Her: (looking back at what she was doing) I guess that means your friends like me more than they do you!!!

About a week ago, we were talking on the phone. She was telling me about a couple of dreams she had and how vivid they were. Then she asked if I ever remembered any of my dreams. I said that I remembered the last one I had; I was talking to someone and my fingers started falling off my hands – either whole or just pieces of them.
Smart Aleck Young ‘Un: Daddy, you know what that dream is? It’s a sign from God.
Me: You think so? What is God trying to tell me?
SMYU: It’s simple. He is telling you not to work on anymore garden tractors.
Yeah, it took her 15 minutes to quit laughing enough to speak coherently again.