"Where's daddy?" (with hands over eyes, as if playing peek-a-boo)
"Daddy's on a trip."
"Daddy trip?"
"Daddy's working. He had to go far away and work on rockets."
(hands off eyes, big smile) "Daddy rockets!"
"That's right. Daddy will be back soon and he loves us very much."
"Daddy tripping on rockets! Soon!"
Well, not quite. But close. This conversation has repeated over, and over, and over since Matt left last week. It probably gets repeated so much because the bug cracks me up every single time. The visual images I get of "Daddy tripping on rockets" are absolutely sublime. I truly think she believes that one of these times when she takes her hands off her eyes, he's going to be home.
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