Tyler returns home, and his sister and I hug him. He has a nice homecoming, reacquainting himself with his toys, and his environment. He has gained a couple of Monster Truck Hot Wheels vehicles, and a truck he put together at the car show. He's a big presence in the house, and I can feel my mother-in-law fade to the background as she interacts with him and attends to him.
The kids are each other's best playmates, with the most experience negotiating, sharing, and imagining through the same scenarios. They improvise with each other and feed off each other.
He's very chatty, having spent the weekend with two five-year olds, and asserting himself in a crowd. He's had a fun weekend and been on long journeys.
By all accounts, it seems like the best kind of daddy/son weekend, spent doing stuff together.
Quietly he tells me he was thinking about me. He says he chose the shiniest car for me at the car show.
His lunch is made, his backpack is ready to go, and he's gone to bed. I'm happy to have him back, and his dad too!
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