While I was getting dressed this morning, I heard Kennedy down by our front door yelling, "DOG! DOGGY!!!! DOG!!!!" Or so I thought. This didn't surprise me much, she LOVES dogs and we have one that roams the neighborhood. Going on how excited she was I thought it was probably in our yard or maybe even on our porch.
After I got dressed and Kennedy continued to yell excitedly, I went down to see. All I saw were several men mowing the yard across the street.
"I don't see a doggy anywhere, Kenn."
She kept pointing outside and yelling "Dog! Right THERE!!! YAY!!!!! DOG!!! YES!"
"Where, Kennedy?! I don't see a dog!"
Kennedy stomped her foot, grabbed my hand, and said and signed, "DAD!"
"Dad??" I asked
"DADDY! RIGHT THERE!" She pointed out to the group of men across the street.
"No honey, daddy's not out there."
"Oh." She said, and she got the saddest look on her face. "Where IS Daddy?"
"He's working, baby. Far, far away."
"Oh." Then she sat on my lap and we stared out the window for awhile watching the men. She sighed and said, "I sad."
"I know, baby, but Daddy will be home soon."
"Okay," She said. I gave her a hug and diverted her attention to picking out shoes. I don't know why she thought one of those men were her daddy, none of them looked like Frank. She must have just been really missing him today. We can't wait until he gets home!