Out Fishing

Last night as I was feeding Baby H a bottle at the dining room table, 2-year-old H asked me out the blue, "Where is your dad?" She had pasta sauce all over her face and up her elbows, and she had a cheese tortellini in each little hand. Without thinking I said, "He's out fishing." I hope that that's true somehow.



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