Never again (except for every day from now on)
This morning I made a break from my normal routine of leaving the house at an ungodly hour and instead got to greet Chandler as he woke up. It was fun to see him, but then as I told him I had to go to work, he took my hand and said, “No Daddy, stay.”
Little jerk.
How am I supposed to leave after that? This was especially endearing because it came from the kid who usually gives me an elbow to the jugular when I lean in for a hug.
I was pretty close to calling in sick. “Yeah…looks like I’ll be sick for the next few years. Yeah, just until my son stops being so darned cute. Thanks for understanding.”
