Something happened last night which I found pretty remarkable. Mr. Fraulein, the Peanut and I were hanging out in the living room. He was eating a snack, and suddenly started choking and coughing. It looked worse than it was--he really was fine--but he did need to go into the kitchen to get a glass of water. In the 30 seconds or so that he sat there before he got up, the Peanut turned to see what was going on, and a dark cloud passed over her face. She didn't start to cry, but she looked very concerned.
Mr. Fraulein walked to the kitchen, and the Peanut followed. "Daddy?" she said. "Daddy?" Her tone of voice was much different than usual. Normally, when she says Mama or Daddy, she's either just saying hi or trying to get our attention so she can ask for food or a toy, This time, she was asking if Daddy was OK. I think that says a lot about how tuned in our kids are to us, even at this age.
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