“She does, Dad, she does. She already asked me to hang it on her wall so she can see it every day. She even cried. I might make one every day. If Lanie gets used to them then she won’t cry anymore.” Lowering his voice to a whisper, he says, “I don’t like it when she cries.” “Me either, buddy. We’ll have to make it our job to make sure Lanie never cries.” I give him a little fist bump.
