“Say goodbye to Papa.”
“I want to follow Papa go to work.”
“Oh you can not follow Papa.”
“Papa … *crying intensifies* …”
“Ok ok don’t cry. You can follow papa go to work.”
“Follow papa … *crying stops* …”
“You must change clothes first. You can not wear sleeping clothes. Go change clothes with Mama.”
And then she run back to the room to change clothes with her mother. I run to the front door and rush to office. Good luck mama.