I Am A Good Daddy.

La Nina made me feel good the other day.

BH was working on that day, so I had La Nina to myself. For most of the morning she was very sweet and loving. If I was sitting on the couch, she was next to me. If I was cooking, she wanted to watch. All morning was like this.

Then it got bad. La Nina got sick.

It happened while she was going potty. She started gagging, and I quickly turned her around so she could hit the toilet. After she was done, I grabbed a wash rag out of the cupboard and washed her face. Luckily it was a one shot thing, and the one time ended it.

After she stopped tossing her cookies, I took her into her room to have her lay down and watch a Barbie video. (I am actually starting to hum songs from the videos at work. Climber is starting to worry about me.)

While she is laying in her bed, I sat down next to her and ask her if she is alright. She reached up and gave me a big hug.

Then she said, "You are a good Daddy. You get a stamp."

I had to chuckle, because at her daycare, when they are a good helper, they get a stamp on their lower leg. So, in her mind, I was a good helper and deserved a stamp for the day.

Can anything make you feel better?

Later,

Deej