Friday, March 25, 2005

Where is my little baby?

I got an email from Steve the other morning after he had dropped Sam off at daycare. Accustomed to the, "Please don't go Daddy, I want to go with you," Steve was a bit miffed by the send-off he received that morning.

Sam walked into the building and said, "Miss Susan, I want to play in the big kid room."

Ms. Susan, "OK...for a little bit."

Sam, "Bye Dad."

I think this falls into the category of "be careful what you wish for."

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