Not “with you.” Not “with Mama.”
I scooped her up, spun her around, and asked the standard dad question: “Ready to go get ice cream, just you and me?” rissa may stay with me, daddy
My four-year-old had just referred to herself in the third person as her own preferred company. For two years, this child has been velcro. Bathroom trips? Supervised. Sleeping? Co-dependent. Grocery shopping? A contact sport of holding hands. Not “with you