Daddy hides in Rachel's sock

I bought some extremely cool new socks for Rachel from a consignment store near the library. Promised to take her to the library this coming weekend, when all her books (only two of which she liked) are due. I also bought shoes at the same store. Rachel wore the socks and shoes today.

On the way home from daycare she said, "Daddy in my sock today." Then, peering down one of her socks, she said, "Daddy, where ARE you?"

It was, needless to say, cute and heartbreaking at the same time.

As we were waiting for a red light to turn green, she said: "Don't GO, people!"

And then as we neared our street, she said, "almost home!" and "Daddy working on computer. Daddy working in New York. Mommy working."

"Yes, Rachel," I said. "Mommy's working."

Then a couple of seconds later she said, "Daddy's crying."

"Really, Rachel?" I asked. (I had just gotten off the phone with Drew and it was a terse conversation because Rachel was whiny, I was tired and achy in my right arm -- I'm going to physical therapy on Wednesday -- and I have two canker sores in my mouth that are bothering the hell out of me. So, yes, I was more than a little cranky today).

"Daddy's mad," she said.

Then she added, "Daddy's mad at Mommy."

If you are, Drew, I'm sorry for being so grumpy tonight.