No Daddy. Daddy Not Home.

The sitter tells me that when I'm driving up to get Sydney, she gets very excited and starts calling out "Mama Mama" and running for the door.

I think the sitter may be fibbing.

I think this because by the time that door is open, Sydney has switched to a sad voice and all she says is:

"No Daddy. Daddy Not home."

Over and over again. And all I can do is agree with her:

That's right, Sydney, Daddy is not home yet and all you get is your Mama.

Poor Sydney.

On the other hand, she and I do have this is common: we both think her daddy is pretty cool, so I guess that's something at least.