Kris watched as her daughter played on the floor with toy blocks. She made what she considered to be a house, and was now constructing something else.
�Whatcha got there, hun?� Kris asked.
�It�s a side road,� the little girl said. �See, Mommy, it�s a side road!�
�Okay honey.� The girl moved from her side road to the blocks with letters on them. She started arranging them, but Kris didn�t see what order they were in. Knowing three years olds, she probably would make up a word with no vowels then show it to Kris and go �Look!�
�Mommy! Look what I did!� she said, and moved out of the way so Kris could see.
�Oh my God,� Kris said. Lying on the floor in perfect order was her daughter�s name. �Charisma, how did you learn to spell your name?�
�I seen you write it.� Kris picked up her daughter.
�That�s wonderful! Can you spell it for me? Do you know the letters?�
�Sure! C-H-A-R-I-S-M-A.�
She�s got her father in her, Kris thought. Oh crap, now she�s got me thinking about her father� Charisma hugged her mother.
�Mommy, can I ask something?�
�Well sure, honey. What is it?�
�Angie�s got a daddy who does stuff with her all the time. Angie says everyone�s got a daddy. Is Taylor my daddy?�
�No, he�s not, sweetie.�
�Where�s my daddy?� Kris was taken aback by the question.
�I don�t know, honey. I don�t know.�
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