Emily was putting Jack to bed; it's Friday night and I've just spent another day in charge of Jack. We went to the park (very cold, we didn't stay long), the library (very crowded, we stayed until it seemed likely things might end up in a fight over a book or puzzle), the grocery store, and home. Jack napped, we had macaroni and cheese, played a little, watched some TV, I kept him entertained.
I went up to bring Jack a glass of water and hug and kiss him good night. I sat down on the rug and held out my arms to him. He walked over, stood in front of me, and said, deliberately,
"I had a good day with you today."
And then he hugged me good night.
So, yeah, that's a good day.
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A while back I became a writer. In January 2005 I became a Dad. Shortly after that I started this blog thing. And here we are.
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