As I entered the house around 7:40 tonight I sat down to eat my dinner. In between shoveling bites of pork chop and rice in my mouth, answering Ciera's question of "What's a pill box, Dad" from the book she was reading and Trot telling me 398 times he wanted a snack, somehow the following conversation between Rakes and I actually took place.
Rakes: "Dad, we don't have to go ANYWHERE tomorrow!"
Me: "That's great, son. What are you going to do?"
Rakes: "Nothing! And Mom says we can stay in our pajamas ALL DAY!"
Me: "Sounds like a great way to spend Friday, buddy."
Rakes: "YEAH! And just think; You'll be at work ALL DAY!"
Rakes: "Dad? Why are you crying?"
Sweet Home Alabama do I need some baseball.
Oh Hey Friday!: February 27, 2015
23 hours ago