Sunday, August 26, 2007
Playmate wanted...
Yesterday on the trip home we stopped at McDonalds in Edenton, NC. We ate our lunch together and Emma was antsy to get outside and play in the playland. In order to make sure she stayed in her seat I told her if she got down she wasn't going out to play. Daddy finished his lunch and went to the bathroom and for a smoke. He said when he got back he'd take her out to the playground, if she was still being a good girl. The strain on Emma must have been horrendous. She watched for him to come around the corner with marked intensity.

Eventually a black man with cornrows and business clothes came around the corner with his lunch, minding his own business. Emma looked at him and asked very loudly, "Is that my daddy?" The guy follows the little voice to my white-haired toddler, who was pointing to him hopefully. He burst out laughing. I said, "No, Emma, that's not your daddy." The guy was so tickled that he told his friend when he joined him a few seconds later. Then another friend joined them, "Is that my daddy?" "No, Emma, that's not your daddy." Just so they didn't think we were sitting in the McDonalds soliciting potential fathers I explained, "She's waiting for her daddy to take her to the playground." They were pretty amused.

Daddy did eventually show up and they played for a few minutes, despite the fact that it had to be over 100 degrees out there. Emma's very dedicated to play.
Written at 12:52 PM by Highlandgal.
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