The final batch of conversations with my daughter from the last couple weeks:
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My daughter wakes up, knocks on my door, and when I open it, says,
"I missed you, Daddy. I missed you."
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When Addison and I were looking at my Darth Vader April Fool's comic:
Addison: Why mama make you fall off that bridge?
Me: Um. Are you saying that mama is Darth Vader?
Addison (stabbing a finger at me): Yes. And she is mad. Probably you were NOT obedient.
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Addison: Can I come out of quiet time now? I need to go to a meeting.
Me: Oh really. Where's your meeting?
Addison (waving vaguely at the horizon): Oh, somewhere.
Me: Very reassuring. Well, you can come out in twenty minutes.
Addison (stretching her hand up above her head to show how she is measuring): But that number is SO high. See?
Me: I see what you mean.
Addison: How about five minutes?
Me (bending down to show how low her number is): Oh, but that is too small. See? How about 19 minutes.
Addison (resigned): Okay. That will be fine.
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Addison: Daddy, I wish you were small so you could fit into small places with me.
I wish that too, kiddo. I wish that too.
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Addison, her head on the table, demoralized. In front of her sits a plate of vegetables.
Addison (moaned): I wish vegetables were sugar.