Breakfast with my 5 year-old today.
It went well. They did have biscuits and sausage, and some of the blandest scrambled eggs that I've ever put in my mouth. Again with the battle to get my kid to drink unadulterated white milk.
I walked her to class, as things were getting pretty late. I had no fears when I leaned down for a hug and a kiss-- at that age, hugging and kissing Daddy before leaving is What Is Done. Might actually get a cry of alarm if I didn't.
My wife tells me that I've got about 3 years before all Hell breaks loose with the older girl. But for right now, I've got two daughters who think that it's a treat to get to go with Daddy, anywhere.
I'm pretty damned lucky.