When Second-Worst Just Won't Do

This morning, Daniel was displeased that I punished him for torturing Madeleine, so he conferred a brand new title on me:

"You're the WORST DADDY EVER!"

The only time I ever came close to this honor wast the time, somewhere around Age 4, when Ian announced to me, "Daddy, every other Daddy is better than you."

Ian's category is more sophisticated, but Daniel's would fit much, much better on a coffee mug.

I told Amy I wanted just such a mug, and she came up with an improvement that showed she's coming along very nicely:  A WORST DADDY EVER mug with an irate, scowling picture of Young Daniel just below it.

If anyone is interested, my birthday is in a few months...

(October 8, 2012)