Early one morning....
Molly, in gravelly sleepy voice: "Mom, where's Daddy? Daddy? I waaaaant Daddy."
Mom: "Daddy's at work, Molly. I'm sorry. (brightly) But I'm here! We can go watch Curious George together!"
Molly, crying: "I want Daddy. I want Daddy. I only want Daddy. I want to go downstay-uhs. I waaaant pop. Where is Daddy?"
A few minutes later, snuggled in front of Curious George...
Molly, mournfully: "I already watched this one. I don't waaaant this one. I already watched this one. I want toast with cinnamon and shu-guh."
Mom: "Aw, Molly, do you miss your Daddy right now?"
Molly, snorting disdainfully and looking at me like I'm slow: "No."