Pick up

Picking up the boys is the best time of the day. No matter how bad a day I had. No matter how big of turds they are going to be later. When they see me walk into the room, their eyes light up, their grins split their faces and their arms go wide.

I always get Rhys first. I walked in and he was right next to the door. He turned, saw me, and lit up. He yelled "My Daddy" and ran over and gave me a huge hug and a slimy kiss. "My Daddy, My Daddy". It was grand. We gathered his jacket and papers and walked out of his classroom. "Get Owie". Not a question.

We went to the other end of the school, where Owyn's classroom is. He was playing as we got there. He looked up and saw me and YELLED "Hi!", and ran over. Rhys got his coat while Owyn gave me a huge hug. His teacher had his slip for the day, so she called him over, he ran over and got it and brought it back to me. "Up". "Up, up, up". Up he went.

When we were all out in the hall I set him down and the three of us marched out to the lobby, the boys grabbed their crackers and into the car.

I love picking up the boys.