Missing Daddy

So yesterday morning I go into Braden to get him out of bed and hear the usual question, "Daddy here?" I answer with my usual answer, no he's at school. His usual response of , "oh", was replaced by instant crying. I asked if he wanted to call him, so we went into my room and called dad. Bad idea. As soon as he heard his voice he cried harder. Needless to say it was a short convo. He cried, and cried...and cried. I couldn't do anything to console him. He didn't want to watch cartoons, his milk, to read books, nothing. He just wanted to be held. He cried and called for daddy for 30mins. Finally I got the idea to get a picture of Ross for Braden to look at. The closest thing was his baby book. He slowly calmed down and we ended up looking through his whole book two times, and he was fine! Boy what a hard morning!