Being "The Daddy" to Maia has at times been frustrating and stressful. But these times are counter-balanced by her seemingly effortless way of bringing me to my knees, head in hands, trying hard to breathe through the paroxyms of surpressed laughter.
Once, when the whole family were sitting in the lounge chatting, she released a bottom burp that completely shattered the nerves of the cat stood behind her. 'Oh my goodness! Did YOU do that, Miss Maia?' Erica asked her. She looked at us, a picture of wounded innocence, pointed at me and said 'No. It was Daddy!'
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