I don't begrudge the fact that Hazel prefers to play with her dada. In fact, I prefer to play with him over playing with myself too. (oh geesh... someone needs to reign my "mouth" in! this blog has clearly taken a turn for the worst, eh?)
However, someday when Hazel says "Dad, would you buy me___?" and he replies "no, I'll make one!", she will wish that she had buttered me up a tad bit more (I'm thinkin' Prom Dress here)!
Last night, she was Princess Fussy Pants. I was trying everything. I got out the fancy ball spinner that I recently bought her (the only toy I've ever bought her... oh except for those 2 Christmas presents). It didn't work. Hysterics were heading our way and quickly.
So, Jake sweetly offered to give me a break. Not 30 seconds later... hysteria has arrived... in the form of giggles (man do I need to charge my video camera battery and learn how to upload video). I peeked around the corner to find out his secret... a tin pie pan and a beat-up cardboard box. Let me add that the box lid was shut in that alternating lid way.