Having a daughter in my late 30’s, I began my fatherhood journey a bit later than many. I don’t have much to compare it with, but I do wonder how I’m going to keep up with the little princess. Mrs. Pal got us a Trail-a-Bike for Father’s day—that’s one of those “half bikes” you hook up to your own, effectively creating a tandem bike. PalKid can hold on and peddle if she feels like it. That’s a serious workout. When we were up north, I dragged her everywhere (and vice versa) and she dropped off too sleep nice and early every evening (which I wish I could have done, but 7:30 is pretty weak for a grown up).
Yeah, for now, I’m still physically her better (aesthetically, not so much), but I know she’ll pass me pretty soon, and it’ll be me whining about climbing up the hill to the cabin.
But I’ll never ask her for “uppie”.