My daughter, as usual, woke up at around 6:30 this morning. As was also usual, she was delighted to see her father, who was (as usual) still lying in bed. Violet burrowed under the covers and snuggled up next to Daddy.
“Come on, Violet, it’s time to change your diaper,” I insisted.
“Go away,” she replied, putting her hand out in front of her like a tiny stop sign. “Go far, far away.”
“Let me get this straight,” I replied, amused rather than annoyed. The rational part of me knows that she simply got the “far, far away” part of her demand from watching Shrek 2. “You love Daddy, and you want me to go far, far away?”
It would seem so.
Unfortunately, with his looming orders to Korea, the exact opposite of what she wants is going to be true.
So.
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