Kirsten and I survived our first night of a Papa-less week last night. I thought it was going to get bad around dinner time. I told her I would make pizza for dinner, which was fine with her. But she added, "You have to wait until Papa gets home first." I finally convinced her that we couldn't wait until Saturday to eat our dinner.

She didn't want to sleep last night, though. After I put her to bed, I took the garbage out. On my way back in the door I noticed that the light in her room was on. I went back in to find her lounging in bed 'reading' a book. I should have gotten a picture.