Archive for March, 2011

Worst father ever, even in dreams

Samantha woke up this morning loudly declaring “my one. MY one. MY ONE.” When I went in to see her, she looked directly at me and said it again. “What one, darling?” “My lollipop.” “What about your lollipop, sweetie?” “YOU ATE IT.” “…” “And Zachary, too.” I don’t know if she means that I ate […]