It's Time To Head Home

Tonight when I called Chels, Buxton was yelling, screaming, begging to talk to his Daddy. She put him on and he told me all about sleeping in his Elmo bed by himself and guiltily admitted to his accident at church daycare. At the end of it he shouted out, clear as day, "Daddy I miss you!". So, like I said, it's time to head home.