mommy

A father went to the store with his four-year-old daughter. He was just getting essentials like milk and bread and he decided to save time by not pushing a cart around the store.

"That's not the way Mommy does it," his daughter informed him.

"I know," he said. "Daddy's way is okay, too."

It was raining when he came out of the store and he quickly carried his daughter, a bag of groceries and the milk to the car. Not wanting to set anything down on the wet ground, he put the jug of milk on top of the car, opened the car door with his now free hand, put the groceries in and set his daughter into her car seat. Then, he got into the driver's seat.

"That's not the way Mommy does it," his daughter told him again.

"There's more than one way to do things," he replied patiently. "Daddy's way is okay, too."

As they left the parking lot and headed down the street, he heard a scraping sound on the roof as the jug of milk slid down the roof, bounced off the trunk and splattered to the ground, sending milk in every direction.

In the second it took him to process his mistake, his young daughter looked at him and, in a most serious voice, said, "That's NOT the way Mommy does it."