Every day around 5:30 I hear the garage door open and mom says, "guess who's home"? I get so excited I run to the garage door...just when I get there, my dad comes walking in. I am so excited that I just say "diddy, diddy" until he picks me up. I love my diddy and I love when he is home. I miss him so much when he is gone all day.
This past weekend my diddy had to go to Jackson Hole, WY to present at a conference. He left on Friday after having lunch with me and my mom and was supposed to be home early Saturday afternoon. I waited all day for him to come home, but he never did. Mom told me that dad's car broke down and she didn't know when he would be back. I heard something about a serpentine belt and all the stores in Jackson being closed on Saturdays and Sundays. Guess that sweet S4 dad bought isn't so sweet after all. I'm just glad that when I woke up Sunday morning dad was home and we could play!
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