Just in case anyone thought I was too hard on Supergirl in my last post, I'll update to tell you this: last night we went out to dinner and she was so well behaved that when we came home, I gave her the movie out of her Easter basket as a reward and let her watch it immediately. I believe firmly in rewarding good behavior, too.
Also, if anyone ever wondered how this blog got its name, I'll tell you. Rock is a stay at home dad. So both kids are "Daddy's girl/ boy". In fact, sometimes, when Rock is holding Wildman and has to pass him off to me, he cries for Daddy. It doesn't hurt my feelings, because when I come home from work, Wildman comes running to me and wants to snuggle. At night, though, when he's ready to sleep, he wants his daddy. So I say I'm Not the Daddy. I even made up a little song I sing to distract Wildman when he's crying for Rock -
Chopped Liver (to the tune of Moon River).
I'm just chopped liver
I'm not the daddy,