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. Father’s Day.