[flickr id=”7082668411″ thumbnail=”small” overlay=”true” size=”small” group=”” align=”left”]This morning the littlest angel could not be pleased.

Food – rebuffed.

Clothes – put on only after being directly ordered.

Hair – brushed through crocodile tears streaming down the angelic cheeks.

Finally we pushed, what was wrong with our Kennedy?  Did she not feel good?  Could she be tired?

“No.” Kennedy sniffed. “I don’t want Daddy to leave.”

Leave?  What of this leaving? Where is Daddy going?”

“I don’t want Daddy to go to work.” ~insert dramatic sobbing and flopping onto my lap.

The girl – she has found her love of Daddy.  After a few years where she sometimes acted as if Daddy was crap and Mommy was all that…we have had a turn.  Everything is for Daddy, ‘like’ Daddy…and can she sit with Daddy to watch TV. Or snuggle. Or…

Either way, she will have to learn – Daddy has to go to work, and she has to go to school.

Meanwhile I just sit to the side and smile.  I knew this day would come, now I get to watch Daddy enjoy the affections for a while.