Growing up, I'm not sure I would define myself as a "Daddy's Girl." I loved my dad, but by the time I reached 10 he was so clinically depressed, I learned to stay far far away and to keep my mouth shut.
During happier times, before we moved my dad to D-burg, I was very close to my dad. One of my favorite memories is of my father buying me chocolate milk whenever we stopped at this one particular gas station. I always thought that it was the best thing ever. My mother never EVER bought me chocolate milk, but with my dad it was chocolate milk all the way!
Today I had a "Chocolate Milk" moment with my dad. My parents came to visit me and they really wanted to see the new Hibbitt's in town. I found a pair of running shorts that I liked. My dad said he would get them for me. He then told me that I couldn't have new shorts without a matching shirt. I explained that I ran in t-shirts and that I didn't need a running shirt. My dad would not hear of such a preposterous idea. He then picked me out a shirt to match my new shorts. But that was not before yelling across the store,"Do you need a new sports bra or do you get yours specially made?" It was then that I decided to say thank you for the shirt and shorts but to call it a day with my family at the local Hibbitts.
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