At the end of the day, I really like coming home. I guess I'm a home body...I came home tonight to find a boy I know - Little Joe - busy in the kitchen. He had cooked himself something to eat, and maybe because I was arriving home, was just washing up. What a responsible fellow!
After all the years of child raising, it's so nice to be able to hang out and chat. And to see him doing good things without being asked. I guess it makes up for the time he poured baby powder all over himself (and the carpet) and looked like a little ghost. And the time he stole my lipstick and drew all over the walls. And all the food-related messes he left in the kitchen. And... you get my drift.
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