I came home from work today and watched your face light up when I came through the door. You've been at home with a babysitter while I work summer school. Anyways, you clung to me like your life depended on it so I let you come to our room while I changed from my silk blouse, heels, and pencil skirt into something less horrible. I tossed you on the bed and you giggled, rolled around and found daddy's jeans. The next 3 minutes you persisted with, "dad?" "Dad??" I first thought you were asking for dad...but soon realized you REALLY wanted to wear his pants. I tried to explain to you that you are less than 2 1/2 feet tall (30 in) and your daddy's waist is 34 inches around...forget about the fact daddy's 6'1"....you're shorter than his waistline! It ended in you crying while I left the room with you in tow to take the sitter home. Later after the three of us were all home you put on my heels, put a bucket of shapes on your arm like it was a purse and clip clopped around the living room in your diaper, saying "Bye!" repeatedly with a southern belle accent...so at least you got to play dress up in mommy's clothes....
I love you crazy,