But I will miss you!

Me: sitting at the table downstairs this morning, eating breakfast.

Aidan (2 years old): coming down the stairs sleepily, saying “Daddy, you’re not going to work today?”

Me: “It’s a workday today, Aidan. I have to go to work.”

Aidan: right beside me now, with big liquid eyes and a sad face. “But I will miss you!”

I’ll miss you too, dude. Sometimes life sucks.

. . .

. . .

Later, on the way home, talking to Teresa on the phone, Aidan pipes up: “Daddy, were you makin’ money?”

Clearly, I’m a counterfeiter by trade.