"Hey, cutie! Can I color with you?" Dick said, crouching down over your daughter and smiling at her. She was around two years old now, curled up on the floor and coloring with old warn out crayons. Her short hair pulled into a ponytail, and her chubby face covered in crumbs from the crackers she was eating.

Dick sighed and sat down next to her, "Can I color?" She babbled and jerkily handed him a crayon. "Thanks, hun," Dick chuckled, brushing some crumbs off her face with his thumb.