The Little Girl brought home a “My Daddy” sheet from school yesterday – the kind that says the things that she knows about me. When I wasn’t intermittently holding back tears and stifling laughs about some of the answers (My Daddy’s favorite food is … “Uh, I don’t know. He likes all the food. He likes bugs.”), I was pretty darn impressed at how much she knows about what I do. My Daddy’s favorite house chore is “to type things about the Cubs game,” and My Daddy’s job is to “Write about the Cubs game.” She gets me.