Doing the Duty

Still sore from the workouts and though I continue to stretch and to demand more of myself, I am pretty sore. The neck and shoulders have been acting up on account of the push-ups. I may have ameliorate those a bit.

Today, did the cardio over at the track and brought Peanut along. She played while I walked and then I joined her over at the playground. When we got home, her friend came over to play for a bit, so I was able to cool down. But after dinner, I was asked to give a command performance. It goes like this:

She’s the princess and I am the princess’s bodyguard and servant. I have to do what she tells me. She dressed me up, too. I wore my walking shorts and a gray long-sleeved shirt and a pair of top-sider like shoes. Oh–and a belt around my waist. Pretty spiffy, actually.

It’s a fairly sweet gig because many times, she has me follow her to her room and then turns, puts her hand up in a gesture that is very obviously telling me to stay put and she shuts the door. Then, I hang out in the hallway, pet the dog, think about things, sing to myself. But just as swiftly, she opens the door, I snap to attention and she walks ahead of me. “Come,” she says. And I obey.

Outside where she discovers that the plum tree is in full-bloom and there is one plum within her grasp that is indeed turning a nice ruby and purple. “I want that,” she says in her best commanding voice. I retrieve it, tell her that princesses always wash their fruit first and so she does. She eats, then says very matter of factly, “it’s the best one I’ve tasted. Thank you, guard.”

It’s good to be the dad.

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