Bill Belew has raised 2 bi-cultural kids, now 34 and 30. And he and his wife are now parenting a 3rd, Mia, who is 8.
Daddy tells me I have flower power.
My daddy went to attack (Ed: *ad:tech) San Francisco yesterday by chew-chew train.
I know that because I saw the chew-chew train spit him out after it was done. Daddy looked better than things do after I chew them.
I am not sure who won the attack but daddy came home safely. That’s all that matters to me.
When daddy goes to these corn fences (Ed: conferences), he usually brings me some presents. To even things out, I make (I only got four dollars* so I can’t buy) him presents and give them to him.
Yesterday daddy brought me a bunch of stuff. One was a Casale (I don’t know what this means) super ball. It not only bounces pretty high (I am only 3 feet tall. Comes with being only 3 years old I reckon. Which makes me wonder…why isn’t daddy 56 feet tall? Maybe he is. I haven’t learned measuring yet.) is twinkles. Like the stars.
The ball…when it bounces little lights happen inside. I wonder if all of my other balls are broken. Hmm…
Anyway, my present wasn’t dry yet. It’s still at school. So today I brought daddy a flower.
He was tinkled pick, um tickled pink. Probably cuz it’s a pink flower. I don’t know.
Ball? Flower? Ball? Flower? I do think the flower is prettier than the ball. But the ball is more fun. I tried bouncing the flower. That didn’t work out so well.
Daddy tells me I have flower power. Just wait till I grow up. He ain’t seen nothing yet.
For now, I just hope my present at school is dry.
*Mia thinks all money is $4. A penny is $4. A nickel is $4, etc.
