We’re leaving the kids with their grandparents for three days while we head off to Vermont for Booktopia, a weekend book retreat.
Before reading to Clara tonight, I told her that I was excited about her upcoming visit with her grandparents but would miss her a lot.
“Don’t miss me, Daddy,” she said. “Three days isn’t long. I’ll be having fun. You should, too.”
Wisdom beyond her years. Or cold as steel. I wasn’t sure.
Before singing to Clara tonight, Elysha said that she’d think about her every day that we were gone.
“Don’t think about me. It’s not my favorite.”
The girl has a black heart.
