MY 5-YEAR-OLD DAUGHTER: "Daddy, can we invite my real dad to Father's Day dinner?"
ME: "Your... real dad?"
MY 5-YEAR-OLD DAUGHTER: "Yeah! He comes over when you're at work. He brings me chocolate."
ME (swallowing hard): "Maybe you mixed something up, sweetie."
MY 5-YEAR-OLD DAUGHTER: "NO! He comes all the time, and you know him! Mommy makes dinner for him, and he told me he's my real daddy!"
ME: "Wow. That's... a big surprise. Hey, wanna play a game? Invite him to dinner on Sunday. But don't tell Mommy. And don't tell him I'll be home. It'll be our little secret."
I spent all Father's Day with a fake smile. I set the table. At 6:07 p.m., there was a knock. I opened the door and nearly dropped the tray in my hands because I saw MY OWN
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