Dylan went out shopping when your 3 year old daughter, Brynn, woke up from her nap. She carefully came down the stairs while you were on the couch. She walked over to you, still in her pink pajama's.

"Where's daddy, mommy?"

Brynn asked in a whimper as she put her face into her hands and leaned gainat the couch. You smiled and gently rubbed her back.

"He's just shopping. He'll be back."

you say, trying to comfort Brynn as she began to cry, wanting her daddy.