There is no “Daddy School.” There is no way to know if you’re doing it the right or wrong way. Raising a child is tough and I have never been sure I was doing it right.
Steffie came home from school tonight. Her university is closed Monday and rather than sit in the dorm, she thought she’d sit with us.
Undoubtedly, it’s not her intention to come home just because it will make Helaine and me feel good. It does. We bask in it.
We went out to dinner this evening between newscasts. It was the kind of dinner only a totally relaxed family takes. Nothing special. No pretension. We had diner food, actually omelettes for each of us at a local place whose client