I want to show you some photos. I chanced upon a Facebook page with a collection of photos that had me smiling; I’ll tell you why shortly. Actually let me tell you some now. In most of the shots, there’s an irreverent child who doesn’t care that his father is CEO with several dozen employees waiting on him. She doesn’t care that he’s the Minister of Defense, or about the immense power he wields. He doesn’t care that dad is 6ft. 5 and a professional wrestler.

She doesn’t care that he makes full-grown men stutter and whimper when they sit across him in his office. If she wants to paint, he better be a canvas, if he wants to ride, he better be a horse. If no cousins are around when she wants to play, he better be ready to be Barbie. That’s a TM Lewin shirt, so? If he wants to throw up, that shirt is a bib for all he cares. People knock to enter his office; well she never got the memo. To her he’s the other human she owns. He is dad, her personal person. You look at these photos and see what I mean. Read More Meet The Silliest Dad Ever!