"Bye-bye Daddy!"
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Tokyo, 2009.09.15
This is one of his favourite sayings, something he likes to shout out whenever he and I are moving in directions that take us apart. Curiously, he doesn't say it (or anything) when I'm dropping him at the daycare, he just runs off. But he yells it at the top of his lungs when I'm lying in bed with a migraine. Ah, little one.