When you're 2 you kinda see things differently. Like when Andrew walks out the door and Nick says to me, in a really sad, sorta whiney voice,
"Mum, me miss Dad so many times."
"Mum, me miss Dad so many times."
Poor Dad gets a bad rap for 'going away' so much.
Like on a run.
And to work everyday...
Like on a run.
And to work everyday...
We love you Dad!
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