... her dental appointment, that is.
I could have been trying to keep Annabel from harassing the reporters and making the city editor play fetch on the day we all sat dumbfounded in front of the television; watching slack jawed as the talking heads spun eight different webs of potential deceit around the governor himself.
Today was relatively easy ... All I had to do was explain the words governor, prostitution and resignation to a four-year-old.
She's remarkably adept at getting the general idea:
HER: "Does that mean he's going be fired and he won't be able to go home?"
ME: "Not exactly. But it may mean he has to quit and all he'll be able to do is go home."
HER: "No. He's fired"