A Loss For Words

I'm not speaking to Daddy. Well, aside from the fact that I don't talk yet. Even if I could talk, we wouldn't be on speaking terms.

Daddy was telling me today how he was going to Iowa City this weekend. He was going to see his old friends, go see a field hockey game, even go see a band called Baby Teeth.

So, naturally, I was assuming I was going with. I mean, Daddy takes me pretty much everywhere. I could go back to see my friends at Good Shepherd, take a "recruiting" visit with the field hockey team and go to my first concert. BABY TEETH... how could I NOT want to go see them? I can totally relate.

But NOOOOOOOOOO. For some reason, Daddy wants to go to Iowa City without me. It doesn't make any sense.

Who doesn't want to bring a nine-month old on a four-hour car trip to hang out with friends?


***EDITORS NOTE***

After writing this, I was informed that Grandma Sara is coming to hang out with me this weekend while Daddy is gone. Never mind.