Dear Dad...
Dear Dad..
You're like a broken advice vending machine
All advice is free and it's always a two for one offer sometimes even three
And some days I take those offers as soon as possible, I mean they are free
On other days it's like patching a hole that can't be seen
At least you put a disclaimer, caution may cause teenage irritation
But each one is made with love with a pinch of aggravation
A love that no matter how angry I get, you keep on going without fail
You never put up a please insert two cents, wait in line
Or a closed for repairs sign
You always remain the perfect little broken vending machine
And before you think Im calling you old or broken let me stop you right there
You still dance around our kitchen wildly as if it were some dare
And you still have jumping contests in the pool, even when Im seventeen
Sure your little girl may not make mud pies as much or shuffle in the house with scraped knees
But she will make you a real pie, just to show off her expertise
And she will shuffle in the house to vent about how terrible math is then, beg for help
I know the thought of me growing up may make you want to hurl
But I will always be your little Girl