But when I don't see them all day, I get all sad when I see other people's cute kids. I miss my muffin and my doodle. The muffin hates me calling her that - and tolerates (barely) my hugs. The doodle is four, so he's cool with it all.
So when I finally get home on a night like tonight, this makes me the happiest I've been all day:
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