“Okay. Oatmeal is yummy.” Lucia shrugs, takes the elastic from her ponytail, and tries to put it in my hair. “Last time Mommy made me oatmeal we had lotsa boomers and big rain, which made Mommy sad. But she told me a secret then. She said my daddy gotted lost a long time ago in the storm. But that he gonna find us one day. Are you my daddy, Rapunzel-boy?”
