Friday, March 14, 2008

Who's Your Daddy??

My husband and i have a routine worked out with Short Stuff... Daddy drops him at the sitters in the morning and I pick him up in the afternoon.

Lately he's been QUITE the daddy's boy, but never as much as today.

I knock on the sitter's door and i hear her exclaim ''Jacob! Jacob, your mommy's here'' and as she opens the door, Jacob rushes forward, excitedly squealing "Daddy! Daddy!" He stopped dead when he saw me and frowned. "No momma, nooooo momma!"

And flung himself down on his face, shrieking and kicking his little legs. My sitter was watching, her mouth agape. "Jacob! Don't you want to see your mommy?"

And my little imp stopped shrieking, sat up and looked at her. "No," he said, matter of factly, "My DADDY."

All the way home he asked "My daddy?" in this hopeful voice, and if I asked "What about mommy?", he'd growl like a pissed-off rottweiler. This went on all night.

Needless to say, my husband thinks this is very funny. That's all right, the tide will turn and in the meantime? I know something he doesn't.

Jacob had grapes, broccoli and apple juice today. And that means he's working up something really.... special.

Just for Daddy.

1 comment:

my4kids said...

Lucky Daddy! for the surprise I mean!