Veronica was put to bed a half hour ago, but she was calling for daddy. Daddy gives her whatever se asks for, for the most part.

I am doing computer work in my bedroom next door, and they burst in. Chris is bare-chested, and Veronica has this shirt buttoned all the way up over her footy jammies.

“Are you daddy?” I asked.

“Yes!” she said.

“She wanted to show you,” Chris said. “She is very proud of herself.”

She gets to be a lot of different things right now.