Taking care of my two-year-old daughter while my wife visits a friend this week, I have a growing appreciation for single parents who also manage to be productive writers. And then there was our exchange last night when I was putting her to bed, which makes me afraid she might be a budding critic . . .
Katie: Daddy, I love you.
Scott: Oh, I love you, too honey. I love you very much. I love you as much as the sky is blue and the grass is green.
Katie: (thinks a moment): Daddy?
Scott: Yes, hon?
Katie: I’m not grass. I’m Katie.