A short while ago, Erika arranged a night out for herself while I watched Casey at home alone. He had to spend a brief stay with our usual babysitter, because Erika had to leave him with someone before I was able to be home from work. Casey was happy to see me when I arrived, but before I could whisk him away, I had to install his car seat in my car. When I walked back out the door with the car seat but without Casey, he started to cry.
"Wow," the babysitter said. "He's a daddy's boy, isn't he?" She clarified: "He never cries like that when Erika leaves."
