“Is that our daddy?” The little boy asked.
“Yes, that’s your daddy.”
“What’s wrong with him?”
“Nothing wrong with him. He is just sleeping.”
“Mom, you are lying.” The elder boy chipped in.
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.” The elder boy protested. “I just saw him. His face looks enormous and his eye as big as my fi st. Why?”
“Alright. Let me tell you why, if you’ll be quiet.”
