Daddy’s little spy…

Saturday, April 17th, 2010

With my older two girls in school daily and the three year old in preschool a few mornings a week, I am fortunate enough to be able to run errands by myself.  It is a luxury, I know.  But when the girls were out of school for spring break, I had them with me one morning while I did a few necessary things.

My last errand of the morning was to drop off some of Robert’s shirts at the dry cleaners.  As we were pulling out of the parking lot, Abigail said, “So, Mom, you take Daddy’s dirty shirts in there and they clean them for you, right?”  I said “Yes.”  She said “But can’t you do that yourself?”  Good question.  I went on to explain that the dry cleaners can get Daddy’s shirts done a lot faster than I can.  I also told her that Daddy likes his shirts a certain way for work and they do a better job getting his shirts ironed than I do.  Simple enough, right?

Abigail was quiet for a few moments.  Then out of nowhere she asked, “Does Daddy know about this?”