I’ve had a certain disinclination to dress my children in shirts that proclaim that they love one thing or person or another (cf. the last post for unabashed hypocrisy). But I think that it would be perfectly possible to put Margaret in shirts that say “I love Daddy” now. Because – well, look at her. He was working lots last week, and wasn’t home for her bedtime, and we went to school more than usual, and so she wasn’t seeing much of him. And here, he is coming down the stairs towards him.
I think that she likes him. And has stolen his tie. But mostly, she likes him.
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