Alright, this entry is tardy. But I thought it was funny, so here we go:
One day in August I had to go on a daytrip to Philadelphia, but was lucky enough to catch an earlier-than-expected flight back to Manchester. I arrived back in our driveway at 8pm - too late for Mr. G, but agents H and C were still awake. They saw me as I pulled in, and jumped up and down in excitement in front of the (outer) glass door. I felt loved and missed.
True to their form they wore nothing but their diapers.
When I walked in the door, they screamed "papa's home, papa's home". Whose heart wouldn't melt?
Then agent C tried to get my attention. "Papa, papa"!!
"Yes" I responded.
Back at me she beamed at said "Papa, I poopy"
Welcome home, I felt....
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