I don't know if it was southern hospitality or just plain good parenting, but I was in a cute jewelry boutique when a father walked in with his three young daughters. They were probably between 8 and 12. He was SO good with them. He waited patiently for the [super well-behaved] girls to try on jewelry, quizzed them on the songs that came on the radio, and said, "you're welcome, baby girl," so sweetly when thanked for his gifts.
This is probably more sentimental rambling than anything else, but it was so refreshing to see a father so good with his three daughters. Good parenting seems to happen so infrequently these days (as evidenced by the five screaming 3rd grade boys who darted up and down the hall of my hotel all night last night) and I'm glad to see that there's still a few good ones around.
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