MY DAUGHTER SAID WE NEEDED TO HAVE A “TALK”

I was in my daughter’s room because she said we needed to have “a talk.” She was six-years-old with short brown hair, wearing a shirt with a cat on it and matching cat pants. I was sitting on her bed. Her room was a mess of baby dolls and stuffed toys from the movie Frozen. Everything was pink, or purple, or ice blue.

“Daddy,” she said. “Don’t you ever, …