Last night was my first night with Zachary in a while (I have been gone for ten days at a show in Las Vegas) and I cheated and got KFC for the two of us. Chad had a presentation to do in Ft. Worth and wouldn't be back until after Z was in bed.
I spread his dinner in front of him - Chicken, Mac-N-Cheese, Corn on the Cob, and Blead (he sometimes uses an "L" instead of an "R" in certain words). I gave him his juice and then we bowed our heads to say the blessing.
As I started to take a bite from my sandwich, Zachary turns to me and says "Mommy, something is missing."
I looked around trying to imagine what he wanted -- PBJ? Squares? I asked him what was missing.
He looked at me and said "Daddy."
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