Bingo!
by Steve West on April 25, 2009
I just came back from a Daddy/Daughter event at Lauren's school. It was a PTA sponsored Bingo night. Lauren and I spent two hours playing Bingo laughing in frustration about coming so close to winning and just hugging and sharing a good time. We hadn't won anything until the last game, the one in which you must fill the entire card. Damned if the girl didn't win. The grand prize was her choice of a selection of carnival type prizes and she chose a lava lamp (that's my girl!). Along with the lava lamp she and I get to go rock climbing with the principal and his daughter at some facility designed for such things. Have I ever mentioned I'm acrophobic? But I'll go for her on the condition that she break my fall.
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