Do you remember after having given your four year old daughter her first quasi American Girl Doll for Christmas…whom she finds beloved, has taken very seriously her mothering duties, and insisted should be named Margaret. That one night…..in effort to stall for bed……your daughter looked at you with concern as you were closing the bedroom door and said, “mom can I ask you something?” “Of course,” you replied. “I’m worried….I’m not sure who Margaret’s father is.”
And you just stood their blinking??
No??…okay me neither.
