Jamie II

This morning Squeeze went outside to organize the remnants of our woodpile before "brunch" (our extremely late Saturday morning breakfasts).  Jamie was very upset that he was going outside in spite of his daddy's assurance that he would be back in very soon.

He drug himself into the kitchen immediately afterward and exclaimed with tearful dramatics, "Miss him! Miss him!"

"You're going to miss Dada?" I asked.  "Yeth," he answered.  "Miss him."

The sweetness.