I pick Cathy up and take her downstairs to eat something before I can tuck her in for the night.
"I not hungwie daddy.." She has slipped into her headspace again.
"Whaattt? But your tummy says otherwise little girl.. " I place her on top of the dining table and listen to her tummy.
"It says it needs food or it will growl the entire night!" I tell her pseudo horrified.
Cathy looks at me in awe and astonishment.
"But not hungwie daddy.." She says and looks at Mike this time. I avoid the jerk.
"What? Not even for some chocolate milk and cookies that we were planning on having right after dinner?" I ask her astonished.
She looks at me and licks her lips without realizing. I make some quick salad for dinner so that she can eat at least something healthy before she binges on the cookie an
