Today I walked into Lyla's daycare room, and Lyla had toddled into the adjoining infant room. I heard one of the teachers in there laugh and say "Lyla!" and I poked my head in to find her in the arms of another man. A dad had walked in to get his kid, and Lyla ran right to him. I caught the little strumpet red-handed.
It's okay. No matter what happens at daycare, I'm the daddy she goes home with.
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