A new routine has developed within the last week when I come home from work. Beside the chanting ("Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!") and the door-pounding and the heavy breathing (from the dogs, Keiffer and Bower), Mia insists that I shed a few layers of clothing before going any further. This is her way of insuring that I don't leave again for the night. So she tugs on my sweater. I take it off. Then she pulls on my shirt, leaving me with just a white "t". Then my shoes. Finally, my socks. Operation "Keep Daddy Home" complete.
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