“Thank you, Dad.” That’s what Sophia said before giving me the sweetest little smile. But I hadn’t done anything. IN FACT I had just finished a bowl of cereal and was working away at the kitchen table. I thought… …maybe in her two year old way, she was thanking me… …for being her dad… …or for being present to her… …but I was wrong. Sophia grabbed my spoon which still had a touch of milk in it. Sipping it slowly, she let out a sound of satisfaction. Yup. Thank you, Dad…for you