Monday, December 15, 2008

In the arms of a little child

I have tried for years to pick my Father up. I think it all started when I saw Joel pick him up in the kitchen of our Idaho dream house. (well, I still dream about it!) After that, I tried numerous times to emulate his feat. But Dad would always do this "bendy-knee" trick to keep his young daughter from succeeding. Even when I was a strapping 17 and 18 year old, I failed to catch him unawares enough to succeed in picking him up.

It's been over 12 years in coming, but tonight, success was achieved! Now I have something to fight back with when my brother says that I'm not good at inter temporal discounting.

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