Chelsea: Where are you going, Daddy?
Me: I’m going to work.
Chelsea: [bursts into tears] But I don’t want you at work, Daddy!
Me: I know, but I have to go to work, darling.
Chelsea: [through tears] Why?
Me: So we have food to eat.
Chelsea: [suddenly brightens up] But we’ve got food, Daddy! Look! In here! [Shows me the pantry]
Seriously…what could I say to that?!