Rachel has taken to mistakenly calling me "Daddy" on occasion, when she really means "Mommy." I tease her about it. Drew says she does the same thing when she's with him.
Today she said, "when is Daddy coming home?"
"Tomorrow," I answered.
"I miss him," she said sadly.
"Don't you like just being with Mommy?" I said, hurt.
"I like it when we're all TOGETHER," she said.
"Me, too," I answered.
Let's see if she feels the same way when we're struggling, tired and hungry and grumpy, through airports and traffic next week...
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