“Mommy, will you help me find a husband?” I almost crashed when I heard a tiny voice asking the most serious question of her life from the backseat of my SUV. Yes, we are at the stage where she is overly curious about how families and relationships work. And we are way past the point where I had to explain why she couldn’t marry me. But this one still caught me off guard.
“Yes, munchkin, I will do my best,” I replied lovingly while internally questioning my qualifications for the job. Once happily divorced, quite oblivious to the “I really like you” cues. Honestly, you have to tell me straight to my face for me to notice it. Preferably while waving a flag.
Unfortunately, the red ones are more prominent.
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