This morning, though, was a different story. She used her little pointer finger (her new thing) to ask, no, to command her daddy take her outside. No, she didn't care if it was cold, and no she didn't care if he didn't have a shirt on. So, I took this picture in a moment's haste to pull out and show her one day when she stamps her foot and huffs something along the lines of "You don't love me." This is the proof --
Baby, your daddy sure does love you.