I left Ellie at home with Greg for fifteen minutes while I drove to the school to pick-up Hanna.

In that very short period of time, Ellie had saved up a confession and waited anxiously at the door to tattle on her Dad.

Ellie: Mommy, Daddy let me eat something really weird.

Me: Okay, what was it?

Ellie: A chocolate covered coffee bean. Yuck!

Me: Oh that does sound yucky. I guess you didn’t like it.

I was wondering why a now forty year old man would think a caffeine capsule wrapped in more caffeine with a sugary kicker would be an appropriate snack for a six year old but I reserved my judgement for a conversation we would have later where I would begin my interrogation with, “Um, what were you thinking?”

Ellie (sensing my confusion with her Dad’s snack choice): Mom, I still love Daddy. We should still love him because he’s still a good person. He just has different interests.

Adorable and once again, she’s right.

The two year old thought she should chime in too, “Daddy’s going to jail.”