Shari is a "daddy's girl." She has been forever. The only reason she started coming to me as a baby (when Joseph was home) was because she was a twin and she learned self-preservation early. Now that she's four, well . . .
Shari: I miss my daddy.
Me: I know. But he's at work.
Shari: Why's he at work?
Me: So that he can make us money so we can have food and live in this beautiful house.
This conversation repeats on a continuous loop throughout the week. Finally, this is what has come out.
Shari (to Joseph as he's leaving for work): Bye, Dad!
Joseph: Bye, Shari!
Shari (running back down the stair to tell him since she's suddenly remembered): Don't forget to bring us money so we can have food and live in our beautiful house.
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Shari: I miss my daddy.
Me: I know. He's at work.
Shari: Why's he at work?
Me (shaking the routine up a bit): Because that's what daddy's do. They go to work so mommy's can stay home.
Shari: Home with us, right?
Me: Yep! And when you grow up you can be a mommy too.
Shari (jumping up and down with joy): Yeah! Then I can be with Daddy too!
I didn't think this was the time to start explaining the whole "you go off and get your own man" concept.
