A Jen Too Many

The context: The Best Daddy Ever had been gone for a week. Youngest Girl Child cried every day on my shoulder about how much she missed her Daddy. His daily phone calls were momentous occasions and the Ceremony of Crossing Off the Remaining Days was an event not to be missed, lest there be floods of tears and storms of weeping.

Daddy: (walks in the door, home at last)

YGC: (racing up and throwing her arms around his knees) Daddy! (backs up a few steps to be able to look into his face) What did you bring me?