Hear a couple of sound pops... kind of a "left channel cutting out" thing, so I complained after the movie... of course my only goal was to get the "free pass" the young gun holding the whistle gets to hand out when peeps bitch it up... (~ grin!)
Home to hear little one George.. stumbling along a hall way (he must have heard the garage door ?? - He knew I was out at the movies.)
"daaaaad! I'm thirsty..."
Get him some water...
"can you snuggle?"
cuddle him on his lower bunk (the boiz share bunk beds... yet both end up in our bed each morning... )
then I whisper... as I do never less than twice a week,
and before they could understand?
almost every night...
I love you...
You make me so happy...
You're a good boy,
and I will always take care of you.
He's always asleep by the last syllable...