Don't go to work!

So yesterday, F was working on getting his tail lights fixed on his Yukon, since we had gotten pulled over the night before (what a way to start date night!). Meanwhile, the kids were "helping" him and "using" his tools and such. I decided to make it easy on him and take them to play across the street at the playground, and easily influenced them because there were other kids out playing. K asked Daddy to come with us and I said, "Daddy has to do a little bit of work first."

Perhaps we ought not call him deploying "going to work" (stupid Elmo video) because K FREAKED OUT and said, "NO! Daddy! Don't go to work!" I explained that he was working at our house and that we'd be able to see him the whole time, but she was literally in tears over the idea of F going to work again.

Tomorrow morning is going to suck! F heads out for a 9 a.m. muster and will be gone for just a short while (we hope) but explaining the difference between a few hours and a few months to a two year old stinks! I have tried telling her that Daddy has to go to work for a few hours and that he'll be back for lunch, and I sure hope that she believes me when the time actually comes!