Dr. Dana

I’m a lit­tle under the weath­er today (I have this real­ly painful cough that kept me up most of the night) and Dana noticed that I was rub­bing my eyes at lunch. The fol­low­ing dia­log ensued:

Dana: “Watchoo doing?”
Dad­dy: “Dad­dy’s sick and tired, and he’s try­ing to feel bet­ter.”
Dana: “You wan­na feel much bet­ter?”
Dad­dy: “Yes, Dad­dy would real­ly like to feel much bet­ter.”
Dana: “You want some dia­per cream?”

Bless her heart.