Every now and then Dave takes Bridget on a “daddy-daughter date.” She loves the opportunity to spend the one-on-one time with her dad, and she knows that it usually means they get to go somewhere fun.

Last Wednesday Dave and Bridget were planning to go on one of these dates while I was at the cannery. As it happened, I was home before they left. When I walked in the door I found the two of them finishing up Ramen Noodles at the table. I’d only been inside a few minutes when Bridget leap out of her chair announcing that she was finished eating. She looked over at Dave and said, “Now go daddy-daughter date!” She was so excited.

Since I was home Dave asked if I would like to come along.

Can I? Go on a daddy-daughter date? Am I allowed? . . . Technically, probably not. But, hey, the invitation was there.

We went bowling.

Those toddler-sized bowling shoes were pretty darn cute on her.

One her first roll, Bridget started chasing the ball right down the lane. We stopped her pretty quickly, but it was still kind of funny. Since she was using the bumpers, her name was up first – and I guess it hadn’t occurred to either of us to explain things to her beforehand. It didn’t take her long to catch on though, by her second turn she was telling us not to cross the line into the lane.

As for the final score. We won’t even talk about that one. Let’s just say that Dave won, and that Bridget and I tied for second. The only sort of bowling we’ve been doing lately involves the Nintendo Wii. Its a little different experience.

We all had a great time. Particularly Bridget. Despite that, I don’t think I’ll tag along in the future. I wouldn’t want Bridget to get confused as to what a daddy-daughter date is.