Well, I think DP and I win the softest parents in the world competition today...
I had to go to a crisis meeting at work this afternoon, leaving dd with dp. She was not impressed. When I got home they weren't here... DP called, and she had been so unhappy he'd agreed to bring her down to the office to find me, only she fell asleep on the way and I was now home, etc, so he came home.
She wakes up at home, and was inconsolable because she hadn't been to the office - didn't seem to matter that mummy was home now, which had been the point of the trip.
After 15 or 20 minutes of trying to console her, we ended up offering to take her to my office... which she jumped at. So off we all trot, after hours, to my empty office, where she rides on the sack trucks, draws on the flipchart, expresses surprise that there's no-one there and then decides we must go to a cafe for dinner.
And off we go, obediently, to pizza hut, where I eat a whole anchovy & olive pizza.
It was actually a very fun family evening, but we're both a bit shocked that we pandered to her so much! Is this a pregnancy thing?