Monday, February 9, 2009

The Stranger


When James walks thorugh the door each night, Naomi kicks her legs and throws herself from my arms into the open arms of her daddy.
Last night...things changed.
James walked through the door and Scout kicked her little legs like usual. But, instead of thrusting herself to her dad, she quickly plunged to grab my neck and wouldn't let go of me.
Jessie: I'm sorry, honey. Just in the last few days she has really started developing stranger anxiety.
James: Are you saying that I am a stranger in my own home?
Jessie: Uh...well...kindof.

2 comments:

Cassie said...

gotta love that story!! our poor kids!

Sarah C said...

It truly is hard for the kids when their daddy has to work so many long hard hours.