I’m back home from NAILBA and have to admit that was one of the better events I’ve had the pleasure of covering in recent memory. The only downside was when I walked in the front door of my house and my eight-year-old asked: “Where are the toys?”
Last year I’d made the mistake of stopping by every exhibitor booth and hauling home all sorts of sock puppets and trinkets.
This year: nada. I didn’t even get my picture taken with the Mutual of Omaha python this year and considered pulling the old photo up on my iPhone, but my girl was on to me—I’d been too busy working to get her anything—and my lousy poker face gave me away.
So, what’s a dad to do? I don’t know about you, but when those big, blue eyes go wide and well up, I’m reduced to the most basic reaction. I grabbed her by the hand and took her on a daddy-daughter night out at Sonic Drive-In.