Mommmmyyyy!…..Where’s Papa?

I pick Alexander up from school every day.  

It’s so great to have him run to me yelling, “Mommmmyyyy.”

Then he lets me go from the hug and says, “Where’s Papa?”

Thanks a lot buddy.

We get home for lunch, “Where’s Papa?”

I say, “Mommy’s here to eat lunch with you.”

I open the door to the house and he runs in yelling, “Papa, Pa-paaaaaaaaaaaa.”

I say, “Daddy’s on his way home.”

He’s certainly the daddy’s boy.

But at night, when he’s finally calming down to get ready for bed, he rubs my arm with his little hand and in a quiet voice says, “Mommy?  I love you.”

Now that makes up for everything.

My little man.


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