Morning of mourning

So yesterday morning as we were getting ready to go downstairs for some breakfast Ashton stopped at the top step and asked, "Is my daddy working?" to which I replied, "yup, Daddy's working". A slow frown creeped over his face and he and in a sad almost panicky way said "my daddy's at work?"...and then he lost it. Aboslutely lost it. Huge alligator tears poured down his face and he sobbed for a good five minutes. It was so sad! But at the same time it made me kinda happy to see how much he LOVES his Daddy!