I Want my Daddy

This evening, I did the dreaded deed. I cut Noah's toenails. For whatever reason, he hates having his toenails cut and usually shrieks through the process. Although he sat nicely in the stroller and let me buckle him up, this time was no exception. When I was done, he repeated like a mantra: "I want my Daddy" ("je veux mon papa") while cuddling up to me...