By late afternoon, Daisy was painting my fingernails with silver glitter on the living room rug.
My phone rang and it was Patrick again, so I answered it and walked into the hallway.
“Dad, I am glad you are there, but you need to understand that this was a judgment call,” he said.
I told him that it was not a judgment call to leave an eight year old alone while going to a theme park.
“Is Toby there with you right now?” I asked while I listened to the sounds of Universal Studios in the background.
Patrick tried to argue that it was not fair of me to judge him, but I told him that fairness was a complicated subject.
I listed all the trips and events that Daisy had been excluded from over the past year.
“The Christmas photo where she did not have a matching sweater was an accident,” he claimed.
I told him that I would not put Daisy on the phone while he was in the middle of a vacation she was not invited to.
I hung up and went back to the kitchen to take down the Christmas portrait from the counter.
