I write most often at this blog on the faith dimensions of social, cultural and political issues. But every now and then I can’t resist sharing a little from my family life. So from time to time I’ll write about Why We Have Children or Why We Marry.
One of the weapons in my daddy arsenal, something I can pull out to entertain children, is my patented Duck in a Propeller noise. This is produced by making a quacking duck sound (think Donald Duck) while grabbing your cheeks and shaking them vigorously. Curiously, I had never used this noise before for my youngest daughter, who is now about 20 months old. Last night, after I’d dressed her for bed and prepared to give her a bottle, I busted out the Dying Duck — and here’s the response I got:
Oh for the days when I could respond with such wide-eyed wonder, such pure enjoyment, to the simple things in life.