This evening I took the kids to Apex with me while I worked with Kate on the conference room design. We stopped by to see Phil on our way out since he was there for band practice. When it was time to leave, I had the distinct pleasure of dragging my son to the van (while toting a massive diaper bag and baby Maya on the other hip) as he cried, "Daddy, Daddy, my Daddy!" over and over. I told him he would see Daddy later and he would be coming home with Mommy. That statement was met with more cries. You gotta love that, I'm feelin' real good right about now.