After returning home this afternoon, I noticed Punkin sitting on the driveway off by herself, head hanging low and looking dramatically pitiful (or pitifully dramatic, it works both ways).
Me: What's wrong, Punkin?
Her: *heavy sigh* I miss Daddy. *heavy sigh*
During our dinner conversation, Punkin and I had this exchange:
Me: Tonight is bath night.
Her: No. I watch football!
Following dinner, as I was putting away food, Punkin gave me a stern warning.
Her: (pointing to the pyrex full of spaghetti) Save that [for] daddy!
(Editor's note: Bracketed word added by me to aid in clarification of her intended message)
As I was getting her ready for her bath I asked her about her morning with Daddy. She told me all about crackers and apples, and then I asked her about going to the babysitter's.
Me: Did you give Daddy a hug when he left?
Her: (a puzzled look on her face) I sink so...
Finally, it's become a bedtime ritual for Punkin and I to sit on the chair in her room for a little cuddling and debriefing on the day's events. I often ask the girls as I'm tucking them in what their favorite part of the day was, and today's response from Punkin was as sweet as could be.
Me: What was your favorite part about today?
Her: I dun know.
Me: Was it playing outside?
Her: (shakes her head no, slowly)
Me: Was it riding in Little Rocket?
Her: (shakes her head, slower still)
Me: Was it getting hugs from Daddy?
Her: (smile spreading across her face, nods her head yes)
That girl. She has her moments, that's for sure.