"Daddy Locked"

After being home with the boys a few days in a row, Zion will often get up looking for me. This morning, Manuel said he got up crying and went to the bedroom door, pulled on the handle and said "daddy, lock, lock, lock, lock!", Manuel opened the door and Zion proceeded into the living room to shout (around his passy mind you) "mommy, mommy, where at, mommy". Once he discovered I wasn't there all "H" "E" double hockey sticks broke out and he was fit to be tied. It's nice to be loved, appreciated, and missed. It's just not the way Manuel wanted to start his day.