Vanilla Bean took a dump in the tub again tonight. And despite her cute nickname, there is nothing pleasant about that.
So I've decided that this is the sort of thing that earns me the right to walk her down the aisle when she gets married. And I look forward to the day when my daughter is standing there, waiting for me to escort her down to the aisle to her beaming groom, and I can look into her beautiful brown eyes and say, "Sweetheart, I love you with every ounce of my being. And I proved that love to you on the evening of November 20th, 2007, when I scooped your poo out of the tub with a slotted spoon."
But maybe, just maybe, I won't mention this during the toast...
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Just as there have been volumes and volumes of law and test cases written since the U.S. Bill of Rights, you will have volumes and volumes of test cases to put into evidence at that moment when you walk your daughter down the aisle. And you won't remember even one of them because you're going to be too busy trying to keep people from seeing the tears in your eyes!!!!!
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