Last night my husband, being the incredible sweet Daddy that he is, offered to read a book to Lilly…and of course her ‘baby’ and ‘daisy’. The three of them are a package deal these days.
So she carefully tucked her dolls in on the family room rug and gave Daddy the book.
Then she disappeared for a few minutes, making Daddy wait with the book.
Then returned with a colouring book, apparently deciding in her sporadic toddler mind way, that she no longer wanted a story. Oh, but Daddy still had to read, because the dolls needed their story…
He of course complied, because that man will do anything for his little girl.