Today I changed my name (finally) on my drivers license. SB, the perceptive child, couldn't wait to see the new piece of hologrammed plastic that contained a new picture of mommy. She of course had to mention that my name was different.

Jordin cried. A lot.

"Now me and daddy are the only Fletchers."

"You didn't want to be Fletcher anymore?"

"You didn't like Fletcher?"

I've been divorced since 2002. Not one moment has been harder with Jordin than this one. Not one.