I Want to Know What Love Is

It struck me today that Boo says “I love you” all the time but has never asked me what love is.

It’s a question I fear a heckuva lot more than the ones that seem to make most dads nervous (to wit: “Why is the sky blue?” and “Can I borrow the car?”).

Of course, she also says “concentrate” and “rutabaga” and “wend” all the time, and she’s never asked what those mean, either, so maybe I’m off the hook.