Molly Sez

This morning, sitting on the couch, there was a noise out in the street. Molly's ears perked straight up.

“Hey Molly”, I whispered.

“Yes, dad”, she whispered back.

“You can hear me.”

“Of course I can hear you. Why?”

“Sometimes I think you’ve got amazing hearing, other times it seems like you can’t hear me at all.”

“Sometimes I care what you are saying, other times I don’t care at all.”

Well, that was brutally honest. “Geeze, don’t bother sugar coating it.”

“Yeah, well, hey. I haven’t had my coffee yet. Besides, why are we whispering?”