I've Got Nothing To Say But It's O.K.

This Saturday morning I chose to get up at the same time I rise during the week. The girls were already playing in their room. I walked in to greet the day with them. Ellie was uncharacteristically elated to see me.

"Daddy, are you going to play wif us?" she asked.

"No baby," I yawned, tying the cloth belt to my robe around my waist, and rubbing the sleep from my sensitive eyes.

"Ooohhh." she answered, "Then are you going to be playing wif your own self?"

Emma chuckled.

Knowing that her question was completely innocent, I still had a difficult time answering directly.

"I am going to make some coffee."