Crank Me Up“Daddy, Daddy!” Sherie ran into the kitchen, almost bumping into the table as she skidded to a stop by my side where I leaned against the kitchen counter. Putting out a hand to steady her, I gave my little miss a stern look.
“Baby girl, how many times do I have to tell you not to run in the apartment? You could hurt yourself.” My daughter was a bundle of energy, couldn’t stay still for a second. When she was excited about something, it was off the chain.
“I know, Daddy, but I can’t find my pink shoes! I looked everywhere.” She glanced up at me with big brown eyes, small brown hands clasped under her chin. “Please help me find them!”
I swear this child could misplace her entire bedroom if she tried hard enough. Following her down the hall, I asked, “Where did you leave them la
