he said, “It goes like this. I wake up. I put on the coffee and set the table with the most popular items. I go into my daughter’s room three times to wake her up. The first time, I whisper in her ear that it is morning and time to welcome a new glorious day; the second time, five minutes later, I stand in the doorway and tell her that she should get up. Breakfast is ready. You now have twenty minutes before you have to be out the door. Five minutes later I come in and pull the duvet off her, take her foot and bite it, in passing also pressing a little kiss on the big toe. I tell her, ‘Will you get up or do we have to implement step four?’ ‘NO, NO, not step four,’ she cries and gets up.” “And step four is?” “Oh, it is simply pieces of ice under her nightgown.” “You sound like a loving father.” “Wait till you have a twelve year old yourself. How were you at that age?
