Paul had a night away tongiht. A much needed, long over due night away, especially considering he has been taking care of Quinn while I have been so sick. While Quinn and I were sitting having dinner there was a house sound. Quinn raised his eye brows and yelled "da-ee?, da-ee!" (daddy). I explained that daddy is gone and will be home later.
Then later when it was time to take a bath upstairs, as he was starting to get close to the top of the stairs he yelled "da-ee?" and went into our bedroom, " Da-ee?" he sure Paul was in there. He had such a look of disappointment when he realized he was not there, poor thing. He LOVES to be with Paul and can not get enough da-ee time.
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