October 5, 2015
In another life, I have two boys. On afternoons when they know their father is coming home early, they nap in their tent at the living room, set the alarm for 5 p.m. When they wake, first thing they do is look around suspiciously, because their dad likes lurking, startling them, and my boys don't like that, no. They like to be the ones scaring their dad. Once they're sure the coast is clear, they go to their hiding spots. The front door would open, then there would be the most adorable giggling in the history of my life.