This one's for you, Heather

Tonight as Monkey and I were in the kitchen, the apartment buzzer sounded. Our sitter for the night, Carling, had arrived.

Monkey perked up (she had been mid-tantrum about - oh - something, anything...) and said, with a big smile...

"Daddy home!"

(No, sweetie, it's Carling.)

Monkey paused. Then with an equally large grin she said...

"Heather? "

(No, sorry, still Carling...)

She nodded, and said "Heather bye bye. Bye bye Heather."

(It was so sweet. Monkey misses her godmother!) editors note - me too!