Elixir

Daddy continues to be the magical elixir for Monkey. He is clearly her preferred parental unit (does that phrase date me, or what?) at this moment in time.

This morning Monkey woke up as she usually does, calling for us and happy as can be. I don't know what we did in a prior life to get a kid that wakes up this happy, but I am certainly grateful for it!

After breakfast (of waffles! ever since 'Andpa made waffles that is a go-to food for Monkey) we started the clothing wrangle. And, unfortunately for me, Monkey decided to ask to watch Monsters, the Pixar film she adores.

I said no (I'm SUCH an ogre) and explained that we don't watch TV in the morning. Well, at least not during the school week. But Monkey wasn't having it.

She keened and moaned, cried and hurled herself to the ground, sobbed and shivered with sadness, and generally made herself miserable throwing a tantrum to let me know (in case I hadn't noticed) she wanted to watch Monsters. Forthwith.

And, mid-sob, she would ask for Daddy. Sob, "daddy," sniffle, "daddy," wail, "daddy" etc....

And, lo and behold, when he walked into the room she practically vaulted into his arms and clung onto his neck and shoulders, shuddering with relief that he was there. And, then, all was well. She smiled again.

She is definitely an insane toddler. But she loves her daddy so much, it's hard to hold it against her.