Another Cave?

A few weeks ago a plate took up residence near our computer. It wasn't mine or my wife's. I decided that I wouldn't move it. Yes, I know it would not have been hard to move it, I just wanted to see what would happen first. Would the "owner" of the plate notice it and take it to the sink or would fuzzy green things engulf the residue on the plate and start moving it off the desk?

Of course neither happened. I mentioned the plate to the "responsible party" and they promptly moved the plate. So did I cave? That isn't really the question. Neither is why did the plate end up, forgotten, in the middle of my bed.

So here's the deal. During the time period of the "plate incident" there were about 14,000 things going on at our house. We were in the middle of sending the "responsible party," our daughter, off to school 12,874.752 km away. As the days got closer and closer the stress level in the house rose exponentially but we all trudged on. Eventually, it was time to head to the airport. Stress, drama and emotion levels were at an all time high. We said our good bye's. My wife and daughter cried and she headed off to security screening. As my wife was heading off to the car I said, "Let's just make sure she gets through security", so we stopped and watched. She did. She had to take off her watch and try again but she made it through. I teared up as we headed to the car. That's right, Me, the rock, teared up as my little girl flew off. So here's the question: Did I cave to emotion or is there a special place in every father's heart for their daughter? (It's the later)