I’ve been swamped with work lately, that means Cliff does absolutely everything at home from grocery shopping, making meals, laundry, cleaning, ferrying the kids to preschool and music, feeding them, bathing them, and putting them to bed.

Before I left for work a few days ago, I hugged Cliff and said, “Babe, thank you for doing so much. You are my rock!”

Josh piped up, “But Daddy is not a rock!”

I laughed and said, “No, I don’t mean he is a rock. It’s called a metaphor. He is like a rock for me.”

Josh looked puzzled and said, “But he is not a rock.”

I said, “I agree with you. He’s not a rock. He is my rock.”

He was done with this conversation. He said, “He’s just Daddy.”