Where's Your Daddy?

So after church today, Troy had a last minute meeting to go to so he told me just to head home. {Actually, what really happened was I messaged him on my Blackberry because he disappeared back in the building and I had no idea what he was up to. I thought he was in an emergency bathroom session because he didn't tell me he had a meeting! That's when he told me to head on home.} I started up the truck, proceed to back out and I've not even put the truck in forward when Peyton starts having the BIGGEST melt down. "No! Daddddeeeeee! Daddy! Daddy! Want Daddy! Daddddddddeeeeee!"

You'd think I'd killed his best friend.

It turns out that Peyton thought I had forgotten Daddy and that we were abandoning him by taking off without him. This thoroughly traumatized the little guy.

Driving down the road, the crying continues- loud, excruciating and sorrowful cries. I'm not ready to go home yet so I drive past our house and as I'm driving the crying gets quieter and stops. I sneak a peek in the mirror and see that Peyton is passed out in the back seat, his head lolled to one side. So I drive around for a few more minutes then decide to head home for real this time since Troy doesn't have keys to the house with him so he'd be locked out if I wasn't there to let him in. I pull into the garage, go to open the door but Peyton is still snoozing on so I leave his door open and walk over to let Chloe out.

Suddenly, Chloe giggles because I've just released her from her seat and Peyton opens up two groggy eyes and blinks in confusion. In .2 seconds the crying starts again, and somehow, it's even LOUDER than the last time. After about a half hour of uncontrollable crying, I message Troy and say, 'Peyton is having a major meltdown because you are not here. When are you coming home?' Then I 'pinged' him.

[About 'Pinging']: When you 'ping' someone on our Blackberry's, it sends a strong vibration to the receiver's phone. I always joke with Troy that I'm pinging him in the butt. :-)

He writes back after I've pinged him and says, "In 5 minutes."

Well let me tell you, 5 minutes isn't ordinarily a long time unless you have a hysterical three year old that is having coniption fits and following you around blubbering and turning red and making sounds like he's going to be sick {which makes my stomach roll}. A few minutes later, I see a truck outside and figure that it must be Troy returning home. I cajole Peyton to the door, open it and out Peyton walks, crying into Troy's arms. "Dadddddeeeeeeee!"

I'm not sure, but I think Peyton is a Daddy's boy. What do you think?! :-)

By the way, the picture above was taken 45 minutes after 'the ordeal' and as you can see, he still looks like he's not thrilled about the whole thing. I told Troy that he's never allowed to have after church activities again. And I mean never. Sorry God.