My daughter has said a lot of things in the wake of her daddy's death, from asking why we couldn't get a baby when all of her friends at daycare were getting little siblings left and right, to reminding people with such seriousness and composure that her daddy was dead, to asking me (just before Christmas) if we could buy another daddy. This essay explores a lot of the startling things that have come out of her mouth and how our parent-child relationship has been altered by our experiences.