This was the dialog on Friday morning:
Kayda: I wanna cookie.
Me: A cookie? How about some breakfast?
This was the dialog Saturday morning:
Kayda: Where daddy?
Me: He's at work.
Kayda: Aaagh (and throws her head back, hitting the windowsill)
Me(thinking): now you get to go see him at work
Luckily Jaden was right by the surgeon that lives in our ward and we were able to go to his office andKayda got two stitches promptly while daddy held her.
Me: Kayda are you glad to see daddy?
Maybe Kayda should stick with asking for cookies.