My three-year-old daughter was devastated when the HVAC technician left the house last week.
She spent an hour walking around the house with him while he looked at the ductwork to see how much of it needed replaced.
She talked to him and asked about his kids and wanted to know if he had any daughters her age. By the time he left, she acted like she had lost her best friend. Later that day, she gave me a sad look. She asked if she will ever see the HVAC technician again? I told her he could come back when they put the new ductwork in, but I couldn’t be sure. She sighed and took a deep breath. She said she thought she loved him, but he had come and gone out of her life too quickly. I bit my lip to keep from laughing, and I walked out of the room. I called mom to see if she had left my daughter to watch soap operas with her again, and told her the story of the HVAC technician. Mom was laughing, and told me that was cute, but I wasn’t so sure. Two days later, my daughter was talking to someone on my phone. She asked who the HVAC technician was? I thought she was talking to my mom, but it was the HVAC company. They had called to let us know the HVAC technician would be here to install the new ductwork. I was hoping it would be a different HVAC technician, but it wasn’t. The only good thing was that he brought his daughter with him to play with my daughter.