...why Chris is a great dad.
He comes home tonight after a long day at work. AC greets him at the door.
AC: Daddy, let me do your hair!
CG: Do my hair? I'm not a girl!
Me: Yes, but you have daughters.
So he goes to change his clothes, comes back into the living room, sits on the ottoman and this happens:
He sat there and let her "fix his hair." She had brushes, combs, clips - the whole nine yards. I don't know what was sweeter. Watching her work so intently on his hair, or watching him - knowing that he was dead tired, had just walked in the door and really just wanted to sit and relax - sit there and let her do it. Chris didn't grow up with sisters so this whole girly-world is completely new to him, but he is such a trooper.
What a good daddy!