Out of the mouths of babes

Yesterday being an "inset day" at his school, my five year old came to work with me and asked me, in the course of the day, two questions.

The first was rhetorical:

We aren't a real family because we live in two different houses are we?

The second was not:

Are you lonely when I am not with you?

In real life I prevaricated but here are the answers:

No we're not.
Yes I am.

I don't think that our children ask a lot of us. All they want is to feel secure and know that we love them. In that I have failed in this I am deeply and irredeemably ashamed.