Home Sweet Home

I have come to the conclusion that some kind of voodoo magic happens when I go out of town. It doesn't matter if I'm gone for 1 day or 7. I leave playing second fiddle to mom and come home with the title of Super Dad.

I don't even have to come home with presents. All I have to do is walk in the door and I'm showered with hugs and kisses followed by non-stop attention by my 7 year-old. All she wants to do is sit on my lap while we play computer games or go in the backyard with me and come up with some new game.

I've asked my wife what kind of shenanigans she pulls while I'm gone, but she denies having anything to do with the affection. I secretly think my wife convinces her to throw me a bone every once in a while since my wife gets most of the love the rest of the year.

It is for this reason that I've started early with my youngest daughter. When mommy isn't around, I practice saying "Daddy is the best" with my 1 year-old. She looks at me and makes fish faces, but I think she's becoming daddy's little girl. It's only fair. When my wife goes out of town in the future, I'll make sure my little one sends a little love her way!