We've known from day one that Peyton is a Daddy's girl. She worships the ground he walks on. She looks out the window and waits for him to come home from work, squeals with delight every time he walks into the room, and giggles uncontrollably whenever he so much as smirks at her. Now that she's talking, her adoration is even more apparent. Mind you, MOMMY is the one who feeds her daily, changes most of her diapers, picks her up and drops her off four days out of five, and spends the majority of time with her. But whatever, who's counting?
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