Do you remember back around Sunday when I wrote this? The whole parents in black and white hats thing? Oh, how I reveled in stealing the white "good guy" hat from my husband's traveling-man fingers.

Well ... last night Ittybit insisted on drawing a picture of her father in her journal and writing a poem next to it to describe him:



"Dad, Dad you're so sweet

Whenever you come home

It's really a treat."


A few pages later, she repeated the process next to a drawing of my likeness ...




"Mommy sleeps in her bed

She always has her camera with her

She came to my dance recital!

But she left early.

It was ok, though. I didn't mind."