My Five Year Old Asked About A Man Who Visits At Night And I Set Up A Camera

front of her as though the cereal required her full attention or it might escape. I was standing at the counter with my coffee, running through the day’s schedule in my head, not yet properly awake, when she said, without looking up, “Mr. Tom thinks you work too much, Mommy.”

I set my mug down.

“Who’s Mr. Tom?”

She looked up with the expression of someone continue reading …