It's hard for Audrey not to see her daddy on Monday mornings. She often isn't up before he leaves, and, well, he's her guy in the mornings. I mean, I'm okay, but she has in the past felt the need to explain to me just how things *really* work in the morning. This was particularly true prior to Ian's arrival.

It was a bit surprising today that she didn't ask what time he would be home until she was laying down for her nap. I told her that he would call on his way home, as he always thinks to do, but that he would likely be a bit later than usual as he was going to get a haircut.

"Well he better get his hair cut otherwise he will bonk into things!"

I'm guessing that Audrey had noticed he really needed a haircut, too?

I told her later to make sure to tell him that his hair looked nice.

In the midst of an unrelated dinner conversation, Audrey very excitedly, and very LOUDLY offered the following:

"Daddy, your hair looks soooooo nice and gray!"