This afternoon while rushing to clean up the kitchen after a bout of baking Darcy's friend, Savanna, peered up under the microwave, which is over the stove, looking for the switch to turn off the stove light. Casually, I leaned over to peer under with her while my hand found the button on the microwave. Taking a big breath I blew out the light and her mouth fell open.
"How did you do that?" she asked in wonderment before reality hit her and she discovered the button.
I laughed and told her that my father was famous for that blow out the light technique. He would turn off lights that way when we left a room and he would blow on stoplights to turn them green. We thought he was magical. She thought that was cool.
A good memory for Father's Day.
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