Daddy Remote

Our bedtime routine these days usually involves me putting Z to bed and Daddy putting Flik to bed. Some nights, after I put Z in his crib, if Daddy is still in Flik's bedroom, I go in and give Flik hugs and kisses, too. Sunday was one of those nights.

I went into Flik's bedroom. Bedtime was pretty much wrapping up. Daddy was laying in bed next to Flik and Flik tells me that Daddy is going to stay with him for two extra minutes. I crawl into bed next to Flik, tell him I just wanted to give him hugs and kisses and tell him how much I love him. He smiles, asks me "how much" do I love him, and gives me half a hug. He lays there a moment between Daddy and me and then he says:

Wouldn't it be cool if I had a Daddy remote and when Daddy goes to work in his office I could just push a button and Daddy would just come home and I could push a button and Daddy would play with me? Wouldn't that be cool?

Adorable kid, huh?  Sundays are tough. Two full days with Mommy and Daddy and then everyone goes back to work.  And I could end this post right there and let you all go on thinking he's the cutest thing since slided bread (because sliced bread is adorable). But this post is also about the plight of the Mommy ant. So in the version below, there is no selective editing. Let's try that quote again:

Wouldn't it be cool if I had a Daddy remote and when Daddy goes to work in his office I could just push a button and Daddy would just come home and I could push a button and Daddy would play with me? Wouldn't that be cool? (2 second pause) Mommy, can you just leave now?

Sure, kid.  Really feeling the love tonight. Whatever, I'm going downstairs to have a Snickers ice cream bar now that you're not around to see it and ask me for one.

"Sure, sweetie.  Goodnight.  I love you."