Daddy’s Home

25 Sep 2003 /

I ring the doorbell and my son, from inside, says, “Who is it?” — even though he knows perfectly well who it is since I just heard him bolt the door when he saw me walking up.

“Dad,” I say.

“Dan who?”

“DAD!”

“Dan Dad?

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