1. The Doctor Visit

   November 5, 2026

   There’s a moment every once in a while you wish you could just trap and put in a bottle.

   this image will make sense later - stay with me.

   This was one of those times.

   She wanted to play doctor. Dad did not want to play Dr particularly, but here we are.

   First, out comes the first aid kit

   

   She then decides that my forearms are too hairy and gets out the forceps to “pluck my arms”, she tells me. I ask her if she thinks I am a chicken and....OW! STOP. That actually hurts.

   Okay, Fine.

   She then decides that I need some surgery to find my abs that have been buried by age and donuts.

   Out comes the big tools. This is going to be a big operation so she gets the tools needed.

   1. A funnel - for funneling out the donuts maybe?
   2. A light-up plastic skipping rope - for the light therapy
   3. Bandages - we’re gonna need bandages
   4. A needle - to put me out of my misery.

   

   I do not think I have ever laughed so hard in my life. It was hilarious. She had the one end of the skipping rope tucked under my shirt (the photo above) and the other end going into the funnel.

   I was going to ask where exactly the funnel was going to go but then she got the needle and knocked me out.

   I woke up with pretty orange bandages on my stomach and the aching of my abs from laughing so hard.

   Laughter is the best medicine and tonight was the dose I needed.

   Until Next Time,

   TH and Co

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2. Missed Connections

   November 4, 2026

   We missed the School Bus for the first time today.

   

   We were outside, waiting and waiting and waiting…and then we saw it go by down the other street and it’s then we realized our mistake:

   The bus was not late. WE WERE

   You should have seen the look of worry on her face.

   You see, I told her that if she misses the bus that she has to have 3 NO FUN DAYS.

   But I didn’t hold her to it for a few reasons:

   1. I’m a pushover.
   2. eh, whatever.

   The reason for this tardiness was due to the fashion choices in the bedroom. It was unseasonably hot here for November so she went in shorts and she was having trouble finding the right top top match.

   So. We missed the bus because she couldn’t decide what to wear. I’m not sure how she became so grownup all of a sudden but here we are I guess - the age where sartorial choices are the top priority over being late for school.

   Because darling, it’s not how you feel – It’s how you look.

   Say hello to the 2026 School Photo.

   Notice the nice dress she wore. This is important now.

   

   Until Next Time,

   TH and Co.

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3. The Vote.

   November 3, 2026

   Why do we need to vote?

   

   Oof. tough question for Dad.

   Because we each get to decide who gets to be the one that makes the decisions for the country for the next few years.

   That’s the simple version.

   I explained the Halloween treat she picked. She picked candy over chocolate because she feels that candy is the better value for sugar delivery. But, her friend across the street might want chocolate as they feel it’s better.

   So, you vote for the candy and she votes for chocolate and at the end of the day the votes are counted.

   Maybe chocolate wins, or maybe it’s candy - but we all had a chance to vote for our favorite.

   Me? I voted for a better future for her because that’s all that really matters.

   Until Next time,

   TH and Co.

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4. S is for soggy.

   November 2, 2026

   It was smooth sailing today.

   Photo by Trym Nilsen on Unsplash

   Until the End.

   She’s in PJ’s, tooth brushed and we are on the way to bed when she goes to me:

   “Oh, I washed my stuffies” and points to two soaking wet stuffed animals.

   And not just a little wet - SOAKED.

   The animals are in the dryer now but it’s quite possible the midterms will be finished sooner than these things will be dry again - if at all.

   Meanwhile, the child is walking around like nothing has happened and that soaking wet stuffed animals are the norm when you’re seven years old.

   WELL OF COURSE THEY NEEDED A BATH.

   Dadddd…DUH.

   Until Next Time,

   TH and Co.

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5. Winter is Coming

   November 1, 2026

   I woke up to the crinkle of candy wrappers.

   Photo by Nik on Unsplash

   I’m pretty sure somewhere Skittles are a food group - at least they are on the day after Halloween because HELLO did you SEE THE HAUL?

   I let it slide because that’s how I roll. I told her no more after and for the most part she was good. I may have caught her “testing” the the PEZ dispenser that she was given. You know – just to make sure it works.

   Later at lunch she asks me what’s the difference between mid-term and Presidential elections.

   What was I to tell her?

   Then she asked me why the midterms were in the middle. That one I aced.

   Then I gave her another bag of skittles, because I needed a distraction from all these questions I really didn’t have an answer for.

   I then sent her outside to play in the leaves and rake them up with a snow shovel because that’s what you should be thinking about - not elections.

   

   Her biggest decisions should be Skittles or Chocolate.

   Leave the elections and politics to the adults - your job is to hide the chocolate bars from Dad.

   Also, pro tip: If you’re going to swipe candy, go with the gummy bears - the packages make less noise.

   Until Next Time,

   TH and Co.

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