pat loughery

My daughter’s having a hard time realizing there’s a difference between what a Mommy is and what a Daddy is. She can guess which one’s which in one of her books, but I always get called mommy around the house.

So tonight things got a bit more complicated. I brought home a little package of Cheetos for my ladies. My little redheaded 16-month-old saw them and beamed, literally, and nodded her head while expressing her pleasure:

“Good girl, daddy! Good girl!”