Papa, are you a Buckeye?

Frankie asked me repeatedly this weekend if I was a Buckeye? Something she heard in school I suppose. I didn't attend OSU, I'm not a football fan, I don't care about football, but I felt the need to be what she wanted me to be. I told her, yes, I'm a Buckeye. I still don't know what it means, but she seemed happy with the answer. I guess I'll try to balance being myself and also be what she needs me to be. I hope it's good enough.