It’s Tuesday. I am sure I’ve said it before (Daddy says I write it every week), but Daddy works late on Tuesdays so I get to pick the kids up from school, feed them and bathe them before he gets home. Daddy came home tonight and found the kids already in their PJs. Daddy brought home some food for his dinner. When he sat down to eat it, Gillian said “Is that your food?” Daddy said “Yes, it’s my dinner.” And Gillian responded “I eat it?” Daddy placated her and gave her a French fry. She ate it and said “It’s delicious!” Daddy then said “I’ll tell you a secret, other people’s food always tastes better!” Gillian nodded her head empathically. Daddy shared some more of his fries with Gillian. But then he started to eat his sandwich. Gillian watched him intently “Is that your sammich? I have some?” You would think that I didn’t feed her dinner.