So tonight, I was washing dishes and thinking about everything when, I swear, our kitchen chair moved by itself. And then the baby woke up. Now, being a good lesbian, I live with a bunch of cats, so it could have been a cat that I just didn’t see. But my first thought was, “My dad’s come to see the baby.”
So I went into the nursery, where my son had fallen back to sleep. I said, to my ghost dad, “Isn’t he the most gorgeous thing you have ever seen? He’s beautiful. He’s a good boy too. I think he looks like you. I do.
Now get. And next time, don’t wake the baby up.”