The thought of daddy coming home after a long day at work, for me, evokes the happy reverie of children running to the door in warm welcome, shouting “Daddy!” with wide grins as father sets down his briefcase and umbrella and scoops his adoring little rosy-cheeked cherubs into his loving embrace.
What I got from my loving son when I came home tonight: “How did you get here?”
It’s a step up from being totally ignored, so I’m calling it a blessing.
That’s funny. Any time my 1.5 year old girl sees us she shouts “Dad” or “Mom,” and then adds, “Yay!!!” We know it’s not going to last long…
What happened to those bullets of love? Of course, one was before Christmas and the other -after. Could that be it?
Hard to fathom that boy’s mind isn’t it? Mom
You’re reading it right, Tom. It is a step up from being ignored! Michael the unexpected always comes up with the unexpected!!!