Both kids have been shuffled out the door after the hectic morning routine. We have exactly seven minutes to snuggle. He's all dressed for work but doesn't care. Todd doesn't "get" the whole wrinkled concept and though it often drives me nuts, I'm glad for it today.
(I said, snuggle people. Get your minds out of the gutter. Seven minutes is not enough time for business).
"Thank you for the blog post." He says.
"You're welcome." I smile.
He gives me a squeeze and kisses the top of my head.
"Did you like it?"
"It's a bit of a stretch, don't you think?"
"Did you hear me screaming at the kids this morning?"
"If His Holiness had our kids, he'd probably be yelling at them once in a while too."