“Mommy where is Daddy?”
“He is in our bedroom,” I said.
“Okay, I go see him.” She said as she ran down the hall shouting, “Daddy, I awake. Daddy, where are you?”
“In here (our bedroom),” he replied.
“Daddy, I want a bow in my hair. Can you put a bow in my hair?” she asked.
“Mommy will put a bow in your hair,” he replied.
“Okay. Mommy put a bow in your hair too, Daddy?”
“No, I don’t need a bow. I don’t even have hair.” He said laughingly.
“Mommy, Daddy doesn’t have hair,” she said with an inquisitive tone.
“I know sweetie. Daddy doesn’t have hair. He is bald,” I replied with a smile.
She replied with a question, “Why?”
“It fell out a long time ago, but that is okay. We love Daddy with his bald head.”
“Mommy, can we go to the store today?”
“Maybe. Why do you want to go to the store?" I asked.
“We go to Target and buy Daddy hair, okay?”
I loved her sincerity.
We had a quick giggle and long conversation.