A couple months ago, I was sitting on the cookie dough downstairs with my daughters. Cookie dough is the name they gave our love sac because it is roughly the same color and shape of the cookie dough that we bake on a regular basis. Anyhoo, I was sitting on the cookie dough and my oldest daughter grabbed her pillow and hit me on the head. I fell over onto the cookie dough and when I lifted my head back up I was welcomed back by the pillow. So I asked, “What is this, a game of whack a daddy?” That was the day I unintentionally invented my girls’ favorite game. Anytime I go downstairs they ask me if we can play whack a daddy. What have I created?

My 3 year old daughter, Katie, asked a couple weeks ago if we could play Whack A Katie. I fell over I was laughing so hard. At least now I’m able to play games of whack a Katie in between the games of whack a daddy. Tonight she didn’t want to go to sleep until after another rigorous round of Katie-whacking. I think she fell asleep pretty quick. Maybe I should whack all my kids at night before putting them to bed.