A Sheltered Childhood

My wife worked in an undisclosed location women’s shelter. My daughter wanted to see where mommy worked, but we could never go, for obvious reasons.

I’m picking up my daughter from school when she says out loud, in the middle of the crowded school hall:

Daughter: “Daddy, can we finally go visit mommy in the shelter?”

I have never gotten ahead of potential rumors quicker than at that moment right there.