I feel like I have a proud dad moment every day or two. I think I'm easily pleased, the kid's probably shit. Latest one though, while reading her school book:
Kid: "Professor Tangle said "I've got the key...""
Mrs: "Got is not pronounced like that, it's Got*"
Kid: "Yeah, sure, but I read that in Professor Tangle's accent."
Me: "Ha! she fucking GOT you"
*I guess this whole exchange is pointless in text. In essence, me and the kid speak with a regional dialect, whereas the missus is pure RP. Didn't stop kiddo making up some shit to get one over on the actual linguist in the family though.
I also asked her how many footprints would be left behind by two quadripeds and a biped and she got it right. Given that she's five, that made my chest swell.
I have to say, being a dad is extremely rewarding.