Monday, August 22nd, 2011

On Dad

Daddy coming home at the end of the day is like Christmas every day.  Well, it’s like Christmas twice a week and Easter the other three days.  The girls are excited, he’s excited and for the short period of time before bed, with dinner and baths wedged in, they play.  He plays with them and smiles even though they mostly just crack him on the head with toys and punch him in the ding ding.

It’s also the only time of day when nobody shouts any of the following:

Get down from there!

Stop jumping on that!

You’ll poke your eye out!

Dad’s home so I don’t have to freak out about kids on the refrigerator, right? Sometimes we’re all on the same page.


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