The Littlest Brewster is officially and 100% a daddy’s girl. ((I will admit that there are times that this turns me into a complete ass and I don’t even want to hear about all of the awesome things they did together because it makes me so freakin’ jealous that she adores the DreadBrewer so much. I can’t help it; I’m human. But most of the time, I’m really happy that she loves her daddy so much and that the feeling is so very, very mutual. Most of the time…)) These are some pictures from Saturday of LB and her BFF, doing what they do best: working outside.
I’m sure you’ve all seen that hilarious video of the BBC animals talking? (This one.) In the mornings, she sounds just like the prairie dog calling for Alan, except she’s saying “Daddy” instead. We’re awoken every day by “Dad! Dad! Daddy! Da! Daddy!”
I just hope that this hero worship continues through her teenage years.