Sometimes, nothing but daddy will do.

Last night, Josh and I were sitting out on the deck, bitching about Cheney or something, and 3of3 came toddling out to her daddy. He picked her up and was snuggling her when she saw something completely new and totally awesome. There were pretties. Pretties in the sky.

She pointed up and said, "Daddy, I want it."

Daddy looked up and said, "Stars? You want stars? Daddy will get you a star, baby."

That's when she started reaching towards the sky, trying to get them down. And that's when he started helping her. And that's when I took my leave and let them have their moment. Their moment that damn near made me cry.