Daddy? Daddy, I know the baby is in the mommy's tummy and the baby comes out of the mommy's tummy, but, Daddy? How do that baby get in the mommy's tummy?" He stopped dead in his tracks in the parking lot, his daughter in the rider seat of the shopping cart, his bagged groceries in the cart, and stared at her dumbly. Time stopped. He tried to channel Franci, who seemed to do all this parent stuff with such ease, but nothing came. "Daddy?" she asked. He smiled with what he hoped was confidence, pinched her little chin and said, "After you have Stroganoff and peas tonight, would you like chocolate or vanilla ice cream?" "Chocolate!" she yelled. "Whipped cream and a cherry?" "Whip cream and a cherry!" she yelled. "That's what I thought. No chicken and broccoli for you tonight. No, sir. You're having fun food! Daddy's Stroganoff and ice cream!" "Yay!" she yelled. Later
( Robyn Carr )
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