“Mommy, tell me the truth about my daddy.”

Lexi asked this question at dinner while her daddy was sitting right there. I had an impish desire to say that her real daddy was the mailman, but I don’t think my husband or daughter would have laughed at that. Part of me wanted to respond in true Jack Nicholson fashion and yell, “You can’t handle the truth!” But that would have been wildly inappropriate to say to a five-year-old, right?

It was one of those Lifetime movie moments when the daughter finds out incriminating evidence that a parent had lied so many years ago and that she was really switched at birth, left in a basket on the doorstep, kidnapped in a park, etc… Then the rest of the movie is her quest to find her real parents.

What would make Lexi ask such a random question? Had something come up that caused her to question or doubt who her father was? Had someone made a joke or comment that she took out of context?
“Mommy, tell me the truth about my daddy…when he was ten years old.”

Hahaha…I am so bad about over-analyzing questions and situations. My imagination leads me down all kinds of twisted paths and turns, and I find myself exhausted by the mental energy I expend on nothing. But for better or worse, I seem to be hard-wired that way and just need to figure out a way to shut off the brain when that kind of mental energy isn’t required.

I was about to tell Lexi the truth about her daddy, who chased girls in the playground before he even learned to write his name, how he loved all things Snoopy and Charlie Brown, how he loved acting even back then…

But my husband shared with Lexi that when he was a ten-year-old boy, he lived in Memphis but knew that out there somewhere in Long Beach, MS, was the most beautiful and perfect Asian girl for him named Nhung so he set out to find her…

I wonder where Lexi really gets her imagination and dramatic flair from!

Have you ever asked your husband what he would do if you he was driving down the interstate and you fell out of the passenger seat??? If not, ask him (or her) and see what the response is. I asked my husband that on one of our first dates, and he still stayed with me! That’s love.

That’s the truth about your daddy, Lexi.