Piper hates it when her daddy goes to "wook" in the mornings. We try to get her up early enough so she can see him for a bit before he leaves. She waits so anxiously for him to come home at night - he is her best buddy!
During the day, she works on her vocabulary and generally increases her knowledge about life and how to interact with it. She has evidently learned some things I didn't realize she had learned.
This morning, just after Pete said his goodbyes and walked out of the house, Piper turned from her happy "rain dance" in the living room (consisting of squealing, happy circles round and round an open, upside-down umbrella) and began scrubbing at her eyes as if she was crying. Which she wasn't.
"Oh, oh! Poow Pi! Poow Pi!"
I blinked and stared at her. "Poor Piper?" (We can't get her to say her full name yet.)
"Yes!" More eye-scrubbing to show me how sad she was. "Poow Pi - Daddy wook!"
Thinking we may need to cut back a little on our sarcasm with her when she's being overly dramatic...