Home Sweet Home
Like the end of every workday, the kids hear me bring my bike down the backstairs to store overnight in the basement.
Kids: “Yippie Dadoo’s home!”
Tiern and Little Miss run to the door to greet me.
Dadoo: “Hello everyone!” Then I say funny hellos to Dood Locka, making him burst with cooing chuckles.
Tiern: Interrupting the merrymaking with Dood Locka, “Can I ride you like a horsy?”
Dadoo: “Well…”
Little Miss: “Can I go on your head?”
Dadoo: “Well…”
Tiern: “Com’on Dadoo, we want to ride you like a horse.”
Dadoo: “How bout you both ride me to the dinner table?”
Kids: “Yippie!”
I get on all fours to let them mount me.
Tiern: “Heeyaw, Heeyaw.” He whips me with his snot rag (of course I’m on the slow side).
Ah, the joys of fatherhood…
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