Libby sat at her ex-husband’s dinner table with their five-year-old daughter for their fortnightly co-parenting catch up.
“Tell me something good about your day, Chloe,” Daniel asked.
“Umm.” Chloe looked off to the side, her rosebud lips scrunched up as she tried to think of something to share. “I mer-rembered all the days of the week at school today.”
“That’s great. Can you tell me?” Daniel asked.
Chloe broke into song. “There’s Sunday and there’s Monday. There’s Tuesday and there’s Wednesday. There’s Thursday and there’s Friday. And then there’s Saturday. Days of the week.”
Daniel smiled and clicked his fingers twice in time with Chloe clapping.
Chloe’s face lit up. “Do you know that song, Daddy?”
“I know one a bit like it.”
“You’re really good at clicking. Can you teach me how t
