The boy asks that question. So I tell him the story...
"I wasn't living here long and I was taking a sailing class in the city and went sailing on a Wednesday Night..."
"when daddy sails?" he asks, "yes, when daddy sails" I reply
"did you sail on his boat?"
"no, I sailed on Lauren's daddy's boat" (Lauren is his Godmom & my cousin)
"I met a nice lady (whose husband sailed on that boat) that asked me lots of questions about where I was from and after the sailing was over I went to the bar and she started introducing me to everyone. There was no place to sit so I sat on daddy's lap..."
"you sat on his lap?"
"yes honey, I sat on his lap" (was a flirt or what?)
And then with his big brown eyes, he looks at me puzzled and asks...
"why didn't daddy just give you his seat?"
"hmmm, that's a darn good questions sweetie - you should ask daddy that question!" ;o)
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