To understand this conversation, you need to know two things.
1. Joe plays on a non-competitive basketball league through our church. In Madeline's eyes, he's a white LeBron James in a blue t-shirt.
2. Caleb is going to stay overnight in the hospital tomorrow for a sleep study and I'm staying with him the whole time.
Madeline: "I'm going to miss you. I wish you could stay home with me."
Me: "I know, honey but I'll be back before you wake up. Plus you get to stay home with Daddy!"
Madeline (whispers): "Wow. The basketball guy."
P.S. Sometimes I think Joe and I are practically one person, our interests and passions aligning and merging into one goal, one future.
Other times, I remember we are drastically two very different people.
Friday mail falls into the latter category.