Watched “How To Train Your Dragon” with Lottie Saturday night. Sitting at church Sunday morning and she says, “Daddy Daddy, dragons!” while pointing out the window.
Okay, I think, what does she see? I walk over to see what she’s pointing at. Canadian Geese. She’s pointing at a gaggle of Canadian Geese outside.
“No, Sweetie, those are geese. They’re worse than dragons.”
“Baby dragons!” she exclaimed.
“Well, remember, even baby dragons can spit acid and fire.”
Dad’s job is to train her for battle. Even with dragons and geese.