While I was at the bottom of a foam pit at the local gym catching a group of two year olds as they bounced off a trampoline onto my head, Hanna was home with a play date. Once again, Daddy daycare proves to be an interesting experiment.

Later in the evening, I had some alone time with Hanna and I asked her how her play date went.

Hanna: It was great. When Daddy was working at his desk, my friend and I tried on all of my clothes and did a fashion show.

Me: That sounds like fun.

Hanna: Yeah. We tried on all of your fancy shoes. You know your good ones in the front hall closet that are up high? The ones with the high heels?

Me: I’m listening.

Hanna: We walked up and down the hall like fashion models but when we heard Daddy coming to see what the noise was, we threw the shoes and ran so we wouldn’t get in trouble.

Me: Ahhh.

Hanna: We didn’t want Daddy to get mad.

Me: Good idea. Daddy likely wouldn’t like to see my good shoes being worn as part of an eight year olds answer to a costume party–then thrown.  

Gulp.