As my girls get bigger, it gets a bit easier to understand the workings of their little complicated minds. Or at least, you know what they're thinking, even if you don't know how those thoughts come about.

It's very well known that Mommies have that "magic touch". We can calm tears and fears with a simple hug. We can heal a booboo with a kiss. When children are sick, they gravitate to Mommy. This is readily apparent with my girls. Even for things like brushing her tangled mop of knotty curls, Kayla demands me with the comb instead of J. I have to help her brush her teeth (most of the time). For a long, long time, she would accept no one but me to put her to bed. Alysa tends to ask me for help before asking others.

For all that Mommies do "best", I have also noticed that there are things that Daddies do "best". Daddy plays certain things with the girls that I just can't match. He makes them a super slide with their gymnastics mat and pillows. He "eats" their limbs and flies them around the house. He is the one they beg to help when he fixes things around the house. And in their little minds, their Daddy can fix anything and everything. If a toy needs batteries, I hear "Daddy has to fix it." If a sticker is ripped, I hear "Daddy will fix it." Tuesday, Kayla broke the tip of her crayon off and announced that "Daddy can fix it." She also snapped the rod from her window shade in half and told me ever so confidently, "Daddy will fix it."

So as much as both my girls can both be called "Mommy's Girls", in their eyes their Daddy holds a special kind of magic that not even Mommy can match!