I think maybe a bra size, too

Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love,
the things you are, the things you never want to lose.
--Kevin Arnold, The Wonder Years
AAA is

• the American Automobile Association
• an Abdominal Aortic Aneurysm

BBB is

• the Better Business Bureau
• the Blood-Brain Barrier

CCC is

• the Campus Crusade for Christ

DDD is

• Society of Professional Audio Recording Studios code for a recording whose initial recording, mixing/editing, and mastering are Digital, Digital, and Digital
• Degenerative Disc Disease
• and the subject of today's post: Daddy-Daughter Day

Cheryl took Hugh to daycare at about 8:30 and Neva and watched a little TV before leaving here to get the Civic in for its first maintenance. While that was happening, we walked over to the Bulk Barn for some "healthy snacks" (yoghurt-covered peanuts) and some "fun snacks" (Smarties). On the way back, we watched the window cleaners scale an apartment building on their ropes.

I had thought about going out for lunch, but it was only 11 o'clock, so we stopped at the Giant Tiger store, where we bought Neva a new magic wand (her old one had broken), and she got a stick-on tattoo from the cashier on the way out.

Having killed a half an hour walking around the store, we left for Darbar, where we shared an order of onion bhaji, and a butter chicken with rice and naan. She didn't really like the bhaji, but enjoyed everything else.

Once we got home, we played some video games together for about an hour. Then she got to watch some TV while I updated iTunes with the new music I got today.

After this, she remembered the tiger tattoo, so we stuck it on her arm, but she shortly changed her mind, and decided that she didn't want it, but became very upset when learning that soap may be required to remove it. After about half an hour of consistent melting down, we took her upstairs to use an alcohol swab (which was more tolerable, for some reason, than the idea of soap), but when the first bit of the tiger's face came off, she changed her mind again, and decided she hadn't wanted it off after all. At my wit's end, I resolved the conflict by removing the rest of the tattoo with the swab in spite of Neva's protests.

She was still in tears when Cheryl got home. Although she's settled down now, I wonder if she'll remember the rides on my shoulders, the Smarties, the magic wand, the butter chicken, the games, or just the way I rubbed off her tattoo.

EEE doesn't stand for anything I recognize - the annual Electronic Entertainment Expo is usually abbreviated E3.