That’s Because Daddies Fix Everything.

It’s amazing how differently the same three-year-old logic can sound based on the situation they choose to apply it to…and how completely oblivious they can be at the things they say.

And really, that obliviousness is a very, VERY good thing.

As I’ve complained about mentioned before, we all know that Mommies get no privacy. And this lack of privacy leads to…perplexing conversations.

I was getting dressed, as usual accompanied by my little sidekick.

When I finished, Ali calmly informed me,

“I think your chest is broken.”


“Your chest – it’s broken.”

Hoping she means something else but knowing what I taught her to use that term for, I ask,

“Where is it broken?”

She reaches up, pats me right where I feared she would, and says, “That…that is broken.”

“How is it broken?”

“Because…” …she moves onto other things, and I’m left wondering how I managed to break my chest.

A few minutes later, I sit down to help her get dressed. She leans over me, pulls my shirt open, peers down inside and says, “Yup, it’s broken.”

“Well how do I get it fixed, then?”

“That’s because Daddy fixes it.”

“How does Daddy fix it?”

“That’s because he works it.”

“He WORKS IT? How does he work it?”

“That’s because he’s happy.”

And I…am still left speechless.