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I love when James walks in the door from work.  There was a time when Brayden was about two, when he would run away and cry when James got home.  It’s something we didn’t really understand, but knew that it was just a phase.  Not that it made it any easier–James was hurt and I was left feeling terribly about the whole situation.

Nowadays, it’s a different story.  James is usually always greeting with a long daddyyyyyy!!! followed by hugs and a plethora of questions immediately after.  Daddy, do you want to read me a book?  Daddy, do you want to play the Wii?  Do you want to go to the library?  Jump on the trampoline?  Make me a paper airplane?  Go on a treasure hunt?  

Carter throws in a couple of requests of his own.  Chocolate milk, daddy?  Hide seek?  I eat.  I eat.  

And I breathe a sigh of relief because we are once again together as our happy little family of four.