I am almost asleep in our co-sleeping bed. I am wishing I were asleep and pretty tired. Susan is in the bathroom doing something useful. I am lying in bed with my eyes closed. And suddenly I hear, from D&R sitting close to me on the bed playing, they’ve been playing for a while:
“Do you wish we had a dad?”
“I don’t know do you wish we had a dad?”
Dylan: “Yah…no…” A pause. “Dads tell jokes.” A little wistfully, like that part would be fun, but also like that is the main dad role as far as they’ve discovered that is different from what they already have. I am deeply amused, feel unfunny for a while there.
Then our usual day starts.
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