i try unsuccessfully, almost every morning, to persuade/temp/bribe him into staying home from work. i fall just short of throwing myself at his feet, arms clenched around his ankles. in response to my fits he offers a chuckle, a mini lecture on responsibility, and blah blah blah.
i miss all the silly surprises when he's gone- the uncontrollable laughter from the next room, the masking tape hallway hopscotch, and the sharpie markered belly faces.
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Such a cutie patootie picture! And post.
Responsibility isn't all it's cracked up to be. A well-placed "sick" day does a world of good.
I knew you would like that. I love my models!
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