Saturday, January 2, 2010


by Ari Collins

Completely exhausted, I peeled my daughter off my back and we sat on the steps.

“Daddy, you’re the best high-horsey.”

“Where’d you come up with ‘high-horsey?’” I smiled.

“Mommy says she’s tired of you getting all high-horsey. Don’t be mad, daddy. I’m never tired.”

I smiled once more and kneeled for her.

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