It's one of the most exciting times of the day.
We hear the garage door open and both kids-- and the cat, usually-- rush towards the kitchen door.
"It's our daddy!" Jacob yells.
And before he can set his keys down, Frank usually has Jacob jumping on top of him, Carter screaming because Jacob got there first, and the cat rubbing against his leg. He schleps them around as he sets down his phone and takes off his tie; Jacob trying to wrestle; Carter still yelling at Jacob; and the cat meowing. All of them are so happy to see a new playmate.
They basically don't leave him alone until bedtime, everyone waiting for their turn to be thrown into the air or tickled or taken outside. He's like their Pied Piper. Wherever he goes, three little creatures aren't far behind.
How our evenings have changed in just 5 years!