I don't know how he does it, but in our house, Dad is always the favorite human. I'm not sure how he does it - maybe it's the three meals ("Are you hungry? Do you want some cookies, too?")… Maybe it's the belly scratches or maybe it's the fact that he's around for part of the day when the rest of us are not. Whatever the reason, this little girl has become very fond of her car rides with dad. So fond, in fact, that when anyone rattles their keys, she runs for the door and then tries to hop in the first open car door. Yesterday I was heading out and didn't want her to come with me, so before opening MY car door, I opened dad's car door and she hoped right in. She did NOT want to get out, even for her dad. Doesn't that look just scream, "I'll just wait right here, dad, for when you're ready to go."
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