Out of the mouths of babes...

The other day when the air conditioner turned on for the hundredth time, Harrison looks at me with delight and shouts "Daddy's home! Daddy's home!" as he jumps up and down. I say, "Sorry Harrison, it's just the air-conditioner turning on". Later on that day, he hears the gargage door open and I look at him and say, "Daddy's home!" He looks at me with a quizzical look and says, "No, it's the air-conditioner, Mommy".

Daddy and Harrison circa 2005