First, let me just say that N is out of town on a work trip.
Yesterday Molly and I were getting ready to leave the house when she walks up to the front door with all 6 of her Disney Princess bath toys in her hands. We proceed to have the following conversation:
Mommy: You can bring two.
Molly puts down all but two... takes two steps towards the door... stops... scrunches up her face into her fake cry look... then lets out the most pathetic little whine.
Molly: Molly's upset. Molly wants daddy.
Yup, she's daddy's girl all right.