Tuesday, September 26, 2006


We'll usually swing by The Wog's father's workplace if we're in the neighborhood--to brighten his day with a visit from The Wog. She has gotten familiar with this route, and will usually yell for "Daddy!" when we're parked out front. Last night we picked him up at work because one of the cars was in the shop. As we turned off the main road toward his office she yelled, "I coming, my Daddy!" The Wog loves her Daddy.

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