Sometimes the best time to talk in my house is when you’re whispering in each others ear before you fall asleep. When the door is closed on the world and we lie close in each others warmth. I can be little here, it is OK to tell daddy all about “it”. Whatever “it” happens to be. His long blonde hair mingles with mine on the pillow. In my usual creepy way I stare right into his eyes and tell him how beautiful he is and kiss him a million times. He whispers “my little” and there and then my heart melts like butter in the hot August sun.