Usually DysdHubby gets out of the house for work before BoyKing gets up. Yesterday he didn't make it. He piddled around, and sure enough out comes BoyKing rubbing the sleep from his eyes. DysdHubby HATES to say goodbye to the BoyKing. The scene is usually something like:
DADDY DON'T GOOOO!!! PWEEEZE!! NOOO!! ::SLOBBER-SNORT-BAWL:: ::TEARS STREAMING:: **NOOOOO STAY**
Okay, you get the idea, it is not a pretty picture. So. After much negotiations on DysdHubby's part, the BoyKing agreed to let him go to work. He wipes his tiny tearstreaked face and suddenly, his eyes widen, and he runs to his bedroom. DysdHubby and I exchange shoulder shrugs. BoyKing emerges with his treasured James. He commands Daddy: "Pick Me Up". Daddy obeys, scoops him up and sighs: "Sweetie, I really have to go". Sniffling, BoyKing gingerly opens Daddy's coat, locating the secret inside pocket. He gently nestles James into the pocket, looks deep into his daddies eyes, and softly says "You take James with you...Okay?" And we are suddenly reduced to a collective pile of Dysfunctional mush. And James? He got an exciting day trip vacation, via First Class Coat Pocket.