Poor, poor Pap Pap

My Dad, lovingly known as "Pap Pap" to Elisabeth and Isabella (don't ask-it is a Pennsylvania thing), is going in for shoulder surgery today. When I told Isabella what was happening, in very simple terms, she said, "I love Pap Pap. He is my best friend." She also promised to make his boo boo disappear with her magic wand when we go see him this weekend. When I told him that, he thought about cancelling his surgery and just going with the magic wand option. Nice try, Dad.