Every day that Emmy has gone to the sitter's, I have driven her there and home. That correlates to me driving over the bridge once to take her, once to get back to work, once to pick up Emmy, and once to get home. My car could easily drive there by itself, I sometimes think. Usually, Emmy can see me coming through the sliding door at MiMi's and will run to me calling "Mama!!!"
Last week, since I was off work, I took Emmy to the sitter on Thursday and Friday so that I could get some things done at home. Friday afternoon, John got home from work a little early, so he rode with me to pick up Emmy. The look on her little face was sheer delight. Now, every afternoon this week when I open the door, she cries, "Daddy???" For hundreds of times I have picked up Emmy from the sitter's, she is now searching for him and is terribly upset when he is not there!
Hmph, does Daddy buy you fruit smoothies from Sonic??? I think not!
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