Bill came home from work last night just in time to eat dinner. He had had a bad day.
After dinner, as he sat on the couch, his little Evelyn came up to him and said, "Daddy wear hat."
Bill said, "You want dad to wear a hat?"
"Yes," she said. "I wear hat."
And so he grabbed her hand and they walked down the hall together as Bill said, "What hats should we wear?"
Well a moment later they emerged wearing hats. And Evelyn said, "Bye, bye Mommy!"
Bill looked at me with the 'what should I do?' expression.
And I told him that he had better at least take her for a walk.
And so, they left.
And I wasn't far behind, running out the front door to see if I could get some shots of them in their hats, on their walk:
Stopping for some conversation.
(*Notice my HOT honey who has been working hard at eating right and exercising so he can be fit and trim.)
"Can daddy have some kisses?"
"Oh, I love your hugs. Dad neeeeeeeds your hugs."
(What is it about little children and their ability to sense when you are having a bad day?)
"Hey dad, look at mom over there taking pictures of us from the front porch with her telefoto lens."