We go through this every day. O hugs and kisses Dad goodbye. He gets in his car, she cries and has to go out and hug him goodbye again. Then, after he pulls away, she thinks of all the things she forgot to say to him, and cries some more. She sits by the window, saying, "I wish Daddy didn't have to go to work all the time," all the while shooting me looks of death as if it's somehow my fault.

Hey, somebody has to sit around eating bonbons...