This is a somewhat corny child story...so bear with me...

From the occupation question many posts ago, I am an admitted lefty cop...so the other day I had to drive a marked squad car to my home.....some nights I am required to be on call for our dept.

I parked the car in the garage and my little four year old girl says, "Why do you have that car tonight?" I told her, "It's because I am a police officer, right?"

Her reply was, "No."

So I asked her, "Then what am I?"

She said, "You're my 'Daddy'."

It is things like these that can turn a rotten day in to the best day and remind us of how fortunate we really are.