Early this morning, Peter realized that with Dad gone, there is room in the big bed for him.
Chicken nuggets for dinner.
I had a $1 off coupon (Tyson, frozen, breaded, bagged). Plus, it makes the kids do a happy dance.
"Mo-om, whose turn is it to sit in Dad's seat at the dinner table?"
Pack your bags, we're going on a guilt trip.
To the boys who are wrestling instead of cleaning their room: "Which do you want to be: little children who need their mom to stand over them to make them do their work, or big boys I'm proud to call my sons who know that there is plenty of time for play if only they do their work first?"
There's only one right answer there.
A plethora of "I love you, Dad" and "I miss you, Dad" cards.
I've got a hot date tonight with Daniel Day-Lewis.