Shannon gently slaps the aftershave on Dad's cheeks, then steps back in anticipation. Several long minutes go by, and to her dismay, nothing happens ---the greatest of hopes, dashed.

A tear runs down her cheek, then she half-laughs, "Dad never did like aftershave."

     Overcome with emotion, Shannon cries, "I know what you do like."

     She grabs him by the cheeks, "You are so cute!"    

     She kisses him, then whispers in his ear, "I love you, Poppy."