The cell rings at work yesterday afternoon.... caller ID shows Carrie's cell, so I pick up.
"What's up?"
"Hi daddy."
"Hi Meg! How are you?"
By this time, Carrie's trying not to laugh in the background.
"Tchek."
"What's that? You want to watch Trek?"
"Tchek. Heh."
Carrie, in the background: "You can watch Trek with Daddy when he gets home, sweetheart."
"Byeeeee."
"Bye Meg."
I just about fell over. My 18-month-old wants to watch ST: TAS with me. Made me proud to be a dad.... and it beats watching Elmo all day.
So I went home and watched "Tchek" with my daughter. Mind you, we got almost through one episode, and she pointed at the TV and said "Elmo," but it was a small victory for Daddy.
We'll get her educated yet.