Yesterday, 3:30 pm
Clark: Mom, is dad home? Is daddy coming home now?
Me: Sorry buddy, it's gonna be two hours or so before Daddy gets home.
Clark: I think I see his black truck on the street!
Me: Um, no, that's a station wagon and uh, come in the kitchen with me and we'll find something to do. Two hours is a long time baby boy.
Clark: It's okay. I will wait.
five minutes later...
PS. When the cat's asleep in an astronaut coat by the front door, the mouse will play with all of his cool stuff.
PPS. As I tucked Clark into bed, he looked at me very sweetly and said, "I just need to find out why you will not let me smoke a cigar." I am such a mean mom.