I LOVE DADDY!

So after Lydia spent the afternoon crying because her outside toys were wet, upset that I wasn't playing with her RIGHT, refusing to eat dinner (chick-fil-A was apparently on her menu for the evening), a meltdown, she sweetly goes to her room and puts on her "I Love My Daddy" shirt and gives me a smug look!

I was already a bit envious of James who got to sit in a chair today, go out to lunch, and need I mention the 20 minute drive home in silence BUT now the child is plastered with a shirt that says "I LOVE DADDY"???