Charlie has been out of town at a business meeting for the past several days and returned home, tonight. I kept the kids up an hour past their bedtime so that they could see their father.
They were so excited. They've missed him so much.
When he walked in the front door, the kids were in the backyard playing.
They didn't hear him come in. So I grabbed my camera and took pictures of the reunion.
In the midst of the hugging and kissing and "Oh I missed you!" and "I'm so glad you are home!" and "I am so happy to see you again!" Charlie asked, "Children. What happened to the lawn?"
Without hesitation, the children tattled, "Mommy left the Slip N' Slide out and it cooked the grass." Then they pointed their little accusatory fingers at me.
(Yeah. It was my fault. Because I use it so much, you know?)
(Seriously though, "we" left it out yesterday and within four hours, it COOKED the grass.)
Charlie was so swept up in being home that he didn't ponder the baked patch of lawn for too long. Especially when I interjected that it was nothing a little green spray paint couldn't fix.
And the kids, well, if you think that they were happy to see the man of the house...
You should have seen me.