T, all you girls put on fake nails yesterday.

I mean, y’all look crazy.

I am no fan of two-inch fake fingernails.

But you and H and K were being silly and having fun and I just played along.

All that to say this.

T, you were so excited to show me your nails.

Daddy, look how pretty and pink they are!

You held out your hand to show me and I jokingly slapped the back of your hand with mine.

You froze, your eyes got big, and your voice tuned soft.

In the sweetest and most fragile voice, you asked:

Daddy, why would you slap my little baby hand?

🤣

I love you.

-Dad

T, I was on the computer last night and mom was going through some papers.

You came to the kitchen table and sat down beside us saying you “had homework to do.”

(I mean, you don’t actually have homework to do. You just like being like your sisters, and say you have homework to do.)

But I glance over and you are working diligently on a fractions worksheet you didn’t get to finish in class.

Fractions?!

You asked me to explain one of the questions to you – so I explain it in about 10 seconds.

You quietly work by yourself on the rest of the worksheet and then show it to me asking if you got them correct.

And you got every one of them right!

You’re four years old. 🙃

It should be noted that TAS Montessori arranges children by ability and not by age – so you are in class with 2nd grades right now.

Gee, I hope you do ok in Pre-K next year! 🤣

You smart little cookie.

I love you.

-Dad

T, Mom is headed to Dallas tomorrow.

It’s for work.

For that lawsuit deposition, actually.

Anyway, this weekend you were with Mom on the couch.

You leaned over, told her you would miss her, and said you felt like you could cry.

And then your bottom lip came out as big tears ran down your face!

Sweet girl.

But I told you that story to tell you this one too…

You and I were eating breakfast this morning.

I forget what we were talking about, but you laughed at something I said.

You cackled loudly.

And then cackled again, sounding forced, and completely out of character.

As your smile turned to a grinning look of pain, you said:

It’s kind of funny mom is going to be gone – right Dad?

Awwwww. 🥲

I mean, my sweet baby, over there just coping with her emotions the best way that she can.

Were gonna make it through this week, ok.

I promise.

I love you.

-Dad