Over cereal my daughter says: ¨Everyone has a Mommy! Some people have Daddies!¨
¨You have a daddy.¨ I remind her.
¨Yes, my daddy is sick!¨ She says with enthusiasm. ¨Let’s get him some medicine!¨
¨I tried to get him medicine, sweetie, many times. He would not go to the doctor, so I could not get him any medicine. If you are sick you need to see a doctor.¨
¨Daddy needs a doctor!¨ She announces to her brothers.
Her brothers pay little attention, but one does start grumbling words pertaining to passing wind and one’s rear end. I tell her to finish her cereal.