"Daddy? Do you ever feel wike punching someone in da face? Or slamming their teeth into da concweet?" His little 5 year old daughter asked.
He furrowed his brow. This was a milestone for him. An impasse. No matter what he said, he would somehow affect not just her life, but the lives after her. Her children, her grandchildren, and even her great grand children. Generations were being weighed on this moment, being decided on his next words.
He swallowed, and nodded. "Yes, sweetheart. Yes I do."