This morning my daughter woke up in her usual bright-eyed and cheery way. As I opened her door, I heard “I awake Mommy.”
“I see that. Good morning sweetie.” I replied. Then, picked her up and hugged her smiley face. She quickly indicated with kicks and wiggles that she wanted down.
As soon as her feet hit the ground, she started talking. “Mommy, I am two and a half. Mommy, I have to go potty. Mommy, I wear my pink dress. Mommy, I wash my hand..." and so on.
After a slight pause, she continued with some questions. “Mommy, I go to school today? Mommy, I stay home with you? Mommy, can I have a Popsicle?” I could barely answer her before she moved onto the next topic.
“Mommy where is Daddy?”
“He is in our bedroom,” I said.
“Okay, I go see him.” She said as she ran down the hall shouting, “Daddy, I awake. Daddy, where are you?”
“In here (our bedroom),” he replied.
“Daddy, I want a bow in my hair. Can you put a bow in my hair?” she asked.
“Mommy will put a bow in your hair,” he replied.
“Okay. Mommy put a bow in your hair too, Daddy?”
“No, I don’t need a bow. I don’t even have hair.” He said laughingly.
“Mommy, Daddy doesn’t have hair,” she said with an inquisitive tone.
“I know sweetie. Daddy doesn’t have hair. He is bald,” I replied with a smile.
She replied with a question, “Why?”
“It fell out a long time ago, but that is okay. We love Daddy with his bald head.”
“Mommy, can we go to the store today?”
“Maybe. Why do you want to go to the store?" I asked.
“We go to Target and buy Daddy hair, okay?”
I loved her sincerity.
We had a quick giggle and long conversation.