I have this recurring nightmare that just won’t go away.
So, there I am… I’ve just woken up from a nap on my favorite recliner in my living room. I’m still a bit groggy, but I look down and see my young daughter looking up at me intently through her hazel eyes. Really, she’s staring at me.
I sit there for a few moments, looking back at her and then I ask “what is it, Virginia?”
She looks away for a moment, looks back into my eyes and then asks the question parents don’t expect their children to ask until after they’ve had “the talk.”
Then she asks me: