And then last night she blurted it out, trying to make me understand.
"Daddy feeds us much better because he feeds us what we LIKE, not what we ask for...."
Having explained that, she walked away, unburdened, unaware she'd give me a great excuse to never spend a half hour hunting for spare change from my car and the bottom of my purse to buy her a frappaccino again, no matter how much she begs.
