Yeah, it really is about the kids.

Christine took the boys to see me curl tonight.  They arrived about the third end and stayed almost to the end of the game.  We played okay, but it's my rec league and I've really been struggling with the game there this year, so it was nice to see some super-happy faces behind the glass. Then, when I got home, she was already reading to them in Daniel's room.  I went upstairs to see them.  Whatever they were reading, I interrupted, but when I lay down on the bed with them James gave me a hug and said "Daddy, you made a good shot.  You deserve a special treat." I hope they'll be coming out again before the end of the season.

Last weekend James and I were out running errands on Saturday morning since we're now between classes for him.  He was being particularly helpful and particularly adorable, so one time when we were getting back in the car and he had finished buckling himself in, I gave him a kiss on the tip of his nose. James:  BOY KISS!  YUCK! I blame Robert Munsch for this. Also, this is a really short entry, but that's because it's almost impossible to type anything legibly with my current crop of assistants. Daniel: There's Daddy!  There's Daddy! I don't mind at all, though.  It's always good to have help.