Daddy came home pushing a weird looking rolling thingy in front of him, as soon as he sat down, I was there. I am not very happy, He will not go outside, he just sits there putting cold things on his knee. I am a little nervous when he pushes the rolling thingy. He either sits on the sofa or lays on the bed.
Where is my real daddy.
I am told I will be home alone today because he goes to therapy, but only for a couple of hours.
He got zero sleep last night, from pain and Mama got maybe 2 hours.
things are not the same.
this too shall pass
Beau always watches daddy cook his breakfast on a cast iron griddle, then I cook mine. He gets an egg from me and daddy's toast crust. we blocked him off and Daddy through the toast to him. he loves to catch things. He is happy. Daddy not so much, I don't cook breakfast like he does but it was the same food if not the same taste