I took a quick break from work this afternoon because I heard Norah crying....went downstairs to see what was going on. Long story short...I end up staying downstairs carrying my baby girl for much more time than originally intended.
As I'm snuggling with Norah, I ask her "who can always get Mama to do what they want her to do?" Norah looks up at me with tears still on her chubby cheeks and replies "Daddy."
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