The last week of January recruiting this year, Allie and I were running around town in the truck.
She started talking about getting married and how she is going to grow up and be married like me.
She is such a girly girl who loves heels lipstick and wishes for a bust line.
Anyway she was telling me about getting married and to whom, when she said,
"You know that boy who is big... That boy who is at dark time. MOM! that boy who sometimes sleeps and our house but is not sleeping at our house right now... In your bed..."
Me: you mean your dad?
That. Is. your dad...