Me: You know when two people don't get a long and they try and try to get along, but they just can't, so they have to take a break from each other?
Me: Well, have you noticed that sometimes Daddy and I don't really get along these days?
Me: Wo, we're going to take a break from each other.
LeKid: What does that mean?
Me: It means we're not going to live together any more because it's just really hard for us to get along. So Daddy is going to get his own place. And you'll see him a lot, just as much as you see him now, but he'll be living someplace else.
LeKid sat there and stared at me. His eyes got a little wider then spurted tears. He didn't say a thing. He put his head down on the table and they dripped down, making tiny little splashes on the floor. All I could think of is how George and I are shitheads for doing this to him. There have been so many strange bickerings that ended with LeKid yelling, "Guys! Case Closed!" Why can't we grow up? What is our problem? I want to blame it all on George, but a crappy version of myself must be in there somewhere and I better fucking find it and destroy it.