Leta is sitting next to me on the hotel bed and looks over to see a photo that I took of her with my cameraphone a few days ago. In it she is making a face that seems to suggest that her job on Earth is to sort through my endless demands, her eyes on the verge of rolling out of her head. Her toes start wiggling, and then she points to the picture and says, “Hey! That’s Daddy!”
HA! HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I HAD THAT EXACT THOUGHT.