No time for Dad and Mommy to sing me lullabies.
Yup, it's time for Dad to rototill the beautiful garden that fed so many of us this summer.
I did it for dad, but John Toleman (Club Patron) had runners in the race - obviously wanted one of his boys to win - and served it up to me passing the Caravan Park.
That was something that I did with Dad.
She was my best friend (along with Dad).
It reminded me of my Karate days with Dad.
Netball was dad, and my brother kicking football with Dad, and basketball.
Chidinma and I collected the same school fees from dad more than once.
With a bit of advice from Dad, she put the feelers out and eventually started her own crew, known as ReQuest.
You were freaking out about what kind of dad you'd be.
The anniversary of Dad's death is next week, and I'll be damned if it doesn't get me every time.
I do get a little portion of the money from your subscription or any monies you might pay if you click on one of Dad's links.
And throwing a few I Love Yous to dad.
I tried not to frown too much at dad.