Monday night, however, since she was still excited from Daddy being home, I was getting the call a few times. After about the third time I hear her yell for me, I ignore her.
"Mom?!" she called. I didn't answer. I'd already been in there twice and I didn't want to continue the game.
"MOM?!" She yelled again. Nothing.
"MMMOOOOMMM!!" She yelled, sounding more worried this time. So I finally answered her.
"What, Lana?" I gave in, expecting to hear the usual, "I need cuddies." But instead she said,
"Oh. Just checking." I looked at Andy sitting on the couch, and the two of us quietly laughed together. We didn't hear from her for the rest of the night.
I'm not sure what she thought. Perhaps she thought I ran away or went to the neighborhood bar for a drink? Actually, some days that wouldn't be out of the realm of possibilities, so I suppose it's a good thing she's checking up on me.