Chad has been away since Monday (on business). That night, Ollie woke up about ten times, checking to see if Dad was in bed with us yet.
The next morning when Oliver woke up, he ran into the computer room yelling, "Dad!" and burst into tears when no one was there.
He stills checks every morning.
He has been calling me "Dad" the last two days.
I found him today, arms linked through our picket fence, just staring at the next-door neighbor Dad doing lawn work. Poor guy, with the creepy kid staring at him. I laughed and made a joke about how his misses his father.
The situation is getting serious. You don't separate a little boy from his daddy like this. The puppy dog really needs someone to follow around.
It'll be a happy reunion.
