His 1 1/2 year old daughter asks me where the important people are in her life when I pick her up at daycare. It goes something like this.
Mama?
She's working.
Nana?
She's working.
Dada?
He's working far far away.
Papa?
I'm right here.
And then she smiles...
Dang, she's cute.
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