To The Secret Service
To the Secret Service of America, I have absolutely nothing to do with what my daughter said this morning while eating breakfast. You might already know about this particular incident; you might already have paid my 4-year-old daughter’s preschool a visit this afternoon. All of that’s fine with me. I understand your concern. Even I was shocked to hear her say: “Daddy, I wish President Bush would just die.” I dropped my spoon. I have never said such things in front of her (or behind her). I read fairy tales to her. I teach the teachings of Our Lord (the architect of everything that is) to her. I’m an honest father to her. So please, Secret Service, do not put me on your surveillance list. Please leave my cell phone and e-mail alone. It’s just that kids sometimes say the darnedest things after a little sugar and cereal.
A picture of my sweet daughter in a Halloween costume that clearly shows her support for our troops.