Missing me

I like sneaking up on Lyla at daycare. She's always so happy to see me, throwing her arms around my neck and crying a little because she has missed me so much all day.


"Hey Lyla!"


"Lyla! Dada's here! Woo hoo!"


Look at her face: "Oh. He's here. That guy."

When I dropped Lyla off this morning, I set her down in her room, and she immediately started babbling and walked away from me and toward the other small people. I said "Well, see ya" to no one in particular and left.

Back to this afternoon.


"So, what are you doing there, Lyla?"


"Boo. Lellow."

"Yes, blue and yellow. Hey, any interest in going home to see Mama?"

"Mama! Baby bebby."

"Yes, Mama has a baby in her belly."

"Dada baby bebby."

"No sweetie, that's just a gut."

"Dada butt."

"No, a gut. But I have a butt too."

"Lyla butt."

"Hey, should we go see Mama?"

"Mama!"