I’d rather be a daddy than a father

Just now, I said to my three-year old: “I’m your father.”

He said: “No you’re not. You’re my daddy.”

And I said (and thought): “You’re right. I’m your daddy. I’d rather be your daddy than your father anyway.”

I wonder if that’s what God has been trying to get across to us this whole time.

 
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What I’ll do if Trump wins

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