… with a little Dadblogging. I was just about to head out the door this morning when my four year old popped out of his bedroom. I told him I was leaving, he nodded. I demanded a hug, and he indulged me. “Have fun today,” he said as I was walking away.
“Ah thanks Harry, I’ll try to…”
“No Dad, I meant I’m going to have fun today. You have to work.”