As I pulled back the master bath’s shower curtain, it came undone from two of the hooks. The metal hooks fell on the floor with a flourish.
My daughter was standing there impatiently waiting to get into the shower. “Welcome to my world,” she says with a sigh, “that happened to me when I took a shower in here before.”
I recognize the expression. I said it once.
She picked it up. She had started to use it often. Ugh.
“Do you have it rough in your world?” I ask. She says yes.
“How is your world so hard?” I ask. “Well, you ground me sometimes,” she says.
I ask if there is anything else bad in her world. She says no, not really.
“I guess I have a nice life,” she states. I agreed adding that I also had a nice life.
“But Daddy doesn’t have a nice life,” she says seriously. I ask what was wrong with Daddy’s life.
“Well, he thinks he is funny. He tries to make jokes. He is not funny, ” she says somberly.
