Donald H. French and Beverly Cook French So I was unprepared for this conversation: C: mommy, who is your mommy? L: Mimi C: who is your deedee? L: Pom Pom C: Your mommy and daddy don’t live together? L: nope (hoping that the questioning will stop) C: why not? L: (trying to figure out how to explain divorce to a 3year old without freaking her out about her own parents) they couldn’t be nice to each other anymore. C: oh. I know what you can do. You can say to them “can you guys just be nice to each other?” And then I can say “can you please not fight?” Then we can bring them chocolate milk and hot chocolate in tiny cups.
Well, apparently it was an easy fix. Too late now.