A call for daddy between meltdowns.

So Khan went off to the walk-in clinic this morning because he canceled his appointment yesterday with an actual doctor, and I don't think either of us can wait until Monday for him to deal with the cough and the snot and the whatnot. Real doctor or faux, I don't care at this point.

While he was gone, Lily and I had an epic battle, but I am pleased to announce that I won. I had to pick her up and place her in her room with flailing limbs, streaming tears, and screaming lungs -- NINE times. Yes, nine. Good times!

After a long period to chill, she was playing again. She picked up her phone and announced she was calling her daddy. She had the funniest conversation with her pink cell phone. I tried like hell to remember it as I grabbed the computer to write it down. By the time I had it open, she was making a second call, and here it is, verbatim.

“Daddy? where are you? anybody there? I home now. Lily and Mommy play all at home now. I play with these my puzzles and my blocks and my these and make a castle. Makin a castle. Daddy go doctor get all better. Ok."

And after that moment of cuteness, another meltdown over a broken castle.