*alert: Daddy issues abound*
The book "Hop on Pop" is just a cute little poem with simple rhymes constructed to introduce kids to reading. It is one of the first books I remember reading. I chose to relate this book to my life for simply the title. I am jealous of the title. I wish I could have hopped on my pop. Even though pop only lived 10-15 minutes away, he might as well have lived on the moon. Actually if he lived on the moon I would have had something to brag about at Show and Tell. I'm not going to go to Show and Tell and say:"This week is a Tell... well let me tell you about my daddy... He is the GREATEST liar I have ever met, he is so cool that he works no where and uses anyone he meets. And oh my he is consistent, he has consistently never given me a birthday or Christmas present, pretty awesome isn't it?"
***side-eye of death***
I digress. Well, not really. I know folks will want to tell me that I should forgive, and you would be absolutely correct. Does it make you feel good to be right? (lol) I just feel like I should be able to vent about his inadequacy.
And while you're here, go ahead and vent too...