Maybe it’s the anticipation of the hour. They know it’s almost dinner time, they know Daddy will be home soon-ish. They also are probably sick of Mommy and would like someone different to take over. Me too, kids. At this point, the letters d-a-d-d-y take on a whole new meaning for all of us. (Incidentally, the letters I would like to conjure an appearance are g-r-a-m-m-y.) But, I am not quite sure Daddy understands the importance of his homecoming. I do know that he better be ready to hit the ground running.
Daddy arrives, said nutritious dinner is consumed, and all is right in the world again. Until tomorrow.
|Photo taken sometime after four o'clock.|