..actually, it's the first she has been able to communicate to me. This morning when I was getting her up (always a chore on weekdays because she, like her mommy, LOVES to sleep late), I asked her how her night went.
"I saw Daddy last night," she said.
"Really?" I answered. "What was he doing?"
"Playing," she said cheerfully.
Later as we were driving home from daycare I asked her more about her dream.
"What was Daddy playing?" I asked.
"Daddy play with toys," she answered.
Then she added, "Daddy take a nap."
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