It's sick, really. This daddy worship. Except that it provides you a window in which to guiltlessly escape your home at the end of your day.Which I'm planning on doing. At 5:30 on the nose. When Mr. SuperWonderPants walks through the front door. With the excuse, "I'm going far away to buy stuff" shouted over my shoulder as I bolt out with the car keys in hand.
*picture 3 - hey Josie - what flavor is your daddy??
Too cute! Her hair looks like its getting thicker and longer!