Daddy by Jane McKee Varley on Monday, March 15, 2010 When I was a little girl, a mear 4 or 5, my daddy used to pick me up, and dance me across the kitchen floor. I would always sit on daddys lap as he sat on his rocking chair. He would share his peanuts, and I'd sneak some of his beer. We'd watch the all time oldies; Bonanza, Rat Patrol, Combat, Chief Halftown, the ball games, and the day that…