It is my favorite sound of the day — the sound of the back door opening as Daddy walks in from work.
Before he announces he is home, before I even leave my post to greet him with a kiss, I hear Charlie welcome him.
“Daddy,” Charlie asks, skipping a more traditional greeting, “would you rather be eaten by a giant, or a giant bug?”
“A giant,” Paul answers without hesitation.
“Me too,” says Charlie, and then runs back into the front room to carry on with his brothers.
