Grace came downstairs yesterday, while we were waiting for Mark to come home from practice.

Grace: I called Daddy and left him a message.
Me: You did?
Grace: I said “when will you be home and I love you.”
Me: That was nice.
Grace: I wanted to know when he’d be home but the voice said he couldn’t answer so I just left him an e-mail.

*phone rings*

Grace, running for phone: THAT MUST BE DADDY! THAT MUST BE DADDY! THAT MUST BE DADDY!

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To do on Wednesday: Call pharmacy; finish cleaning upstairs; plan grocery trip.

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