In a just a few days it will be November (is it me, or did October feel like it had about 2 extra weeks in it?) and I'll be able to say, "Daddy will be home in three weeks/two weeks/a week/next week!" Tonight, while Rachel and I were cuddling in the glider, I practiced.
"Daddy will be home for Thanksgiving," I said. "What do you want him to do when he's here?"
"I want pick me up," she said.
"Then what do you want him to do?"
"Tumble me."
"Then what?"
"Play toys."
"Then what? Cuddle? Kiss?"
By then she'd lost interest.
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