When we go to church we take Seth to their pre-school area. Once the service is out and we go to pick him up, he is often in the back of the room looking out the window.
The teacher will say, "Seth, your Daddy is here."
He will then turn and begin running the 30 feet to the door yelling "Daddy, Daddy, My Daddy"
I think it is the "My daddy" part that makes my heart melt.
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