My Daddy's Name is Brian

The Straka men went to Donuts for Dad at preschool yesterday.  This was their third year to go and this time his teachers did something a little extra for the dads.  On a previous school day they had the kids answer some questions about their daddies. The teachers then read them to the dads at the breakfast, asking them to guess which one was theirs.  Ms. Heather read one or two, and the dads tried to guess if they thought the answers had been given by their child.  When she got to the next sheet in the pile she put it to the side and said she'd do that one later because it was too easy to guess who it was.  Brian said he had a feeling that was going to be his.  He said other kids' answers were things like "My daddy's name is Daddy".  "My daddy is (ie:) five years old" and "two feet tall".  They went on to read a few more, then came back to the sheet they had passed over earlier.  The answers this time?  "My daddy's name is Brian.  He is thirty-five years old.  He is kind of tall like God, but a little shorter."  Sounds just like Sam - great attention to detail and very wordy answers to questions.  We laughed about the last one, too, because we had just gotten on to him the night before about not listening.  Ms.  Heather asked the dads if this questionnaire belonged to anyone.  Brian raised his hand and said, "Well,

my

name's Brian, but he doesn't listen!"  A fun time (and many donuts) was had by both boys and it was a memorable day for sure.