Having a kid would have been a lot more fun if I had done it when I was a kid.

Playing rounds of Go Fish, visiting the local amusement park, and eating hot dogs would all be immeasurably more entertaining if I were eight years old alongside Daisy. Watching High School Musical for the umpteenth time would still suck, but overall there would be a lot more common ground.

Some days we do alright though.

Daisy: Daddy, you know how we make up words sometimes?
Me: Sure. I'm all about making up words. Wordimafying!
Daisy: Is 'discombobulate' a real word?
Me: It sure is.
Daisy: Really? Is that how it's pronounced?
Me: Yeah... geez... now you've got me wondering. I'm pretty sure that's right. Let's go check.

I brought Daisy over to the computer and I googled up a site that would pronounce English words. I typed in 'discombobulate'...

Me: Ooooh! It pronounced it with an English accent! Fancy!
Daisy: Try another word!

I typed in 'pooh'. I was rewarded by another English pronunciation.

Daisy: (squealing with delight) He said it! He said 'pooh'!
Me: (fighting overpowering urges to type in every obscenity I know) Awesome! What should we try next?
Daisy: Table! Try 'table'!!

I did. It wasn't as funny as pooh. I typed in 'fart' next. It didn't disappoint. It came out all British and snooty. Faahhht.

Daisy and I busted up.

Daisy: (falling off the chair laughing) He said fart!! He.... said.... it!!
Me: (also laughing) That was a good one, huh? Fahhhhhhhhhht!

We spent a good while longer trying all the toilet words I could think of. It's nice finding common ground.