You're Late

Yesterday, I was the latest I've ever been to pick Max up at school, and he somehow knew it. His teacher said he seemed sad. He's only one and he already knows me well enough to understand that I'm so neurotic about being late that I'm always early...If I was late, there was something wrong!

I hugged him and apologized and asked him 'were you missing Mama?' His immediate response was 'Papa papa papa...' Oh, thanks. It was as if he was telling me that he knew we'd already missed Papa's dinner time, when he comes home from work to see us. Well, sorry kiddo, but the laundry doesn't fold itself...