Niagara Gazette — I had to look at him clawing at the window in a feeble attempt to accompany us, blow him a kiss and drive away.
I had to silently mope the entire drive there that my little bud wasn’t with us. Then mope at the museum. Then mope a little bit more on the drive home.
And what awaited me when I got home? “Daddy!” he screamed as he ran out the door to give me a hug and kiss.
Hmm. Not what I expected. Maybe the dark side of parenting has light at the end of it after all.
By George, I think he got it. I hope so, because I don’t know how many days like that I care to handle.
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