And then, slowly, a devilish grin came across her face. “Daddy, are you gonna smooch Syd like Uncle D smooched Kendall at my birthday party?” This kid. I couldn’t possibly adore her more. And if that was how she defined our situation, if she saw love as affection, then that was perfectly acceptable to me. “Yes, baby, I’m definitely going to smooch Syd the way Uncle D smooched Kendall.”
