When a two (and a half) year old is separated from her Daddy for two weeks straight, she tends to get a little neurotic.
This morning when I went to get Lauryn out of bed:
(As soon as I open the door) Lauryn: Where's Daddy?
(Notice, not "hi, Mama" or "Good morning" just "where's Daddy?")
Me: "He's downstairs getting ready for church."
Lauryn: "I tought he was on da compooter."
Me: "No, he's downstairs taking a shower and getting dressed."
Lauryn (running to the window): "His lellow caw is still outside."
Me: "Yes, Lauryn, Daddy's still here. He's downstairs."
I thought I was never going to convince her that Daddy had not left again.
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