PT is gonna be an actor, or at least very good at it. Autumn and I aren’t sure where she picked it up, but she has started this very dramatic, needy and quite effective goodbye ritual that I am sure many parents experience. She pokes her lip waaay out and gets this distressed look and sometimes even a tear, and cries, “Daddy! I don’t want you to leave me…”
How do I argue with that? How can I leave?
Thing is, I am not sure it is real. I think maybe she picked it up from someone at daycare and has brought the act home. If so, I have to confess that I don’t mind. I kinda like it – but it does make me feel bad for a bit when I leave.
On another note, I got more reinforcement that I am getting old this morning. A friend twittered about some then/now pictures of the Brat Pack and sent a link. Of course, I was going to check it out. Looking at them, they haven’t changed all that much but what really, REALLY bummed me out was to see their ages by their pictures… And, am I getting arthritis in my elbow? Really?
