“Mama? Where’s daddy?” C is in the kitchen in her pink fuzzy footy pajamas, watching me rush around getting everything ready for the day.
“He left before you got up.”
“Oh. When he come home, he play my Dora game with me.”
“Well, we’re going to a birthday party right after daycare. Daddy’s going to meet us there. It might be too late to play when we get home.”
“Oh. Daddy come to the party after work.”
“What daddy wearing?”
“A suit. With a white button down shirt.”
“Da one with da bird?”
“No, just a plain white shirt. Why?”
She didn’t say, she just ran off to play. I think she just wanted to know what to expect, or maybe she wanted to picture him as he was. Who can know; little minds work in mysterious ways.