As B and I were lying in bed the other day, she asked me if I was going to break up with daddy. (I think it is too much teeny bopper tv... not Sean and My behavior.. I hope). I said I was not planning to. She then asked if Daddy was going to break up with me. I said not that I know of. If you do break up, B asks, who will I live with? I told her I guess she would decide. She thought for a minute and said "Gee, that would be hard, because sometimes, like now, you are being really nice to me, and other times, Daddy is nicer to me. Can we just not break up and live all together?" That's the plan B.
I realize in retrospect I probably should have said something wise and reassuring to her, like, Daddy and I love each other very much and would never break up. But I didn't.
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