E says I never blog, so this one is dedicated to the one I love...
Eric is the institute instructor in our stake. He usually gets home a little after 6 and heads out the door a little before 7. The other night Isaac was sad that his papa had to go, and was begging him to stay at home:
Isaac: Don't go daddy. You can't go! You can't go!
Dad: Isaac, daddy promise Heavenly Father I would. I have to go.
That one was heavy, the little man had no chance for a real rebuttal. He was sad and it is this mama's job to help keep her men happy, ease the burden of not getting the papa for the night, if you will.
Mom: Isaac, mama will let you watch Dora.
Isaac (super animated and excited, brows raised): YOU WILL?!
Mom: mmhmm
Isaac (dead pan): Go dad.
Dora trumps Dad.
5 weeks ago
