I had to fly to Chi town today for a business meeting. My monthly record of travel problems continued...original outbound flight, canceled (something about lose metal parts in the jet engine. Seriously). Inbound return delayed (though only an hour).
While waiting at O'Hare, I called home during supper. The kid got on the phone and said, "Daddy, will you come home?"
How could your heart not melt? Even a Grinchly-small heart like mine?
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