It's pretty obvious which parent is currently Girl Terror's favourite. Actually, if we're being honest here, he is always her favourite. He has been since the very beginning.
I just tiptoed in to kiss her goodnight, like I do every night. She happened to wake up as I tucked her blanket around her. "Daddy?! Oh....I thought you were my Daddy." Sigh.
Daddy was not home this evening at bedtime. He normally puts Girl Terror to bed, and I settle Boy Terror down to sleep. There is apparently an entire routine that I did NOT follow. Hubby reads a book to her, sings a prescribed set of songs, and I'm not sure what else. At any rate, tonight I did it wrong. I assured her that when her Daddy came home, he would come in and kiss her, even though she would be sound asleep. And he did, but she didn't stir. So, when I roused her on my way to bed, she instantly thought her beloved Daddy had come home to her at last. I did what any sensible mother would do. I went and told Hubby to go kiss her.
He quietly slipped into her room, and leaned over the bed. "DADDY!!" You're home!!" I could practically feel the wiggles of joy from the hallway. Now she will sleep happily, and come morning, she will bounce out of bed, calling "Daddy! Today YOU will get up with me!" I will smile, and curl up tighter under the blankets.