Today after school we hung out in our town library for an hour. I sat in a comfy chair in the sun and read and eavesdropped on Nina playing with another little girl. The subject of daddies came up, which always makes me get kind of nervous for her, but she usually handles it just fine. Like this exchange:
Little Girl: I bet you don't know what my daddy looks like. He has really dark hair, but it's not black. It's brown. And he's not fat at all. He's really skinny.
Nina: My Pop-pop says his hair is blonde, but it's really grey. And he's super fat!
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