I feel safe when you are with me.
That’s because you’re so brave and strong.
It was you who told me not be scared of the dark.
But I was never really scared of the dark. It was what was IN the dark that scared me.
Connie’s dad scares me sometimes. He’s got a rotten temper and he smells bad.
He’s not nice like you. He shouts at Connie all the time.
You never shout at me.
He’s not as handsome as you either.
I don’t want to get all icky, but you’re probably the best dad ever.
I mean would Connie’s dad go with HER on a picnic in Central Park? I doubt it.
You’re kind and you’re funny, too.
Except when you’re really, really tired.
And then you go quiet. Which is okay. I guess you’ve got things on your mind.
I used to think I would marry you when I grew up.
Now I know that was silly. I can’t marry you.
You’re way too old for me.
But we can always be best friends.
And when you and mom are too old to work, I’ll look after you.