Last week while I was in California, Claire kept asking where Daddy was. Mama kept telling her I was away working, and Claire was confused because she’s use to going to school with me since her day care is on my campus. As soon as I got in the car at the airport she wanted two things. 1) To have permission to go get ice cream and, 2) To give me a hug. (Yes, in that order). Off we went to Baskin Robbin’s, and Claire was so excited to see me that she didn’t stop chattering away. After the excitement slowed, I explained I had to go back to work in two days. I wasn’t about to tell her I had a five day AP Institute in Seattle after being home for two days. So I told her I had to go to work, and she started telling me over and over all weekend "Dadda, don’t go to work! Stay with me." Damn. How do you say No?

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Of course, he Popa lands in Arizona in two hours, and I bet that by bedtime today (11pm or later because she’ll be so excited to see him since it’s been 6 months) Claire will forget she has a Dadda until maybe I get home, or atleast, after Popa and Babci spoil her silly and leave her with Donna and me in early July to try to straighten her out before school begins again three weeks later.