Tuesdays are very difficult days for us. I leave for work around 7:05 or 7:10, and I leave for chorus rehearsal immediately after work. This means that I'm out of the house from 7:00 until a little before 11 at night. It's hard on everybody, for sure - The Wife has the kids all day by herself, and I don't get to see the kids while they're awake.
So, this morning, I wake up at my usual 6:15 and start doing my normal routine. The Boy walks into the room at around 6:30 and uses the potty. He came out, and we started to talk. That's a nice change, in and of itself; he's at that age where he can actually carry on a decent conversation about his life. I finally said, "Okay, The Boy, go in and snuggle Mum, I've got to go downstairs.
He looked at me with that particular look that sons get when dealing with their fathers: the look that says, "Are you crazy?"
He said to me, "No, Daddy, I want to go sit with you!"
He knew that I was leaving for work in a few minutes. He just wanted to come downstairs and have breakfast with me before I left. How amazing are our children, that - after all is said and done - they merely want some time, attention, and conversation with their dad?
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