When I went to go get the mail this afternoon, Ryan wanted to come. He wasn't wearing shoes, so I had to carry him out to the mailbox. As soon as we got to the driveway, I saw there was a Soldier walking down the road in his ACUs (the camo uniform Pat wears to work everyday, for those non-military blog readers). As soon as Ryan saw this guy, he started yelling, "Dada, Dada, Dada!" at him. I felt so bad and had to tell Ryan that no, that wasn't his daddy. Poor little guy is so used to seeing Pat come home in that uniform that he thinks anyone that wears it is his Daddy.