He's Back

Poor David arrived home and had to wait at the front door as we were mid-way through a poopocalypse as they're called around here. He walked into less-than-fresh house and a bare-bummed boy who played it kind of cool. Like, oh hai Dad, have you seen these keys? They're mine.

Now he's back in the kitchen cooking me dinner. Welcome home baby, it's good slash tasty to have you back. xx

Sorry for the crappy i-Phone pics, every time D goes away he takes the good camera.