I know she loves me too, it's just I end up being the disciplinarian more and the one to remember that it's time to turn the movie off, time to get dinner going, time to stop playing etc. Daddy is a bit of a big kid. And I was warned, little girls just have a soft spot for their daddy's. but I have to admit it hurts when she wants comfort from Daddy instead of me.
Tonight her friend ANder and her got a bit rough and she got knocked down. I felt a bit of a perverse satisfaction that she came crying to me. Is that sick or what?
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