The Long(ish) Ride Home

When I pick Henry up from school, he generally likes to be quiet and look out the window for awhile.
I love sneaking peeks back at him.



After a few minutes he wants to know if I've brought him a treat OR what's next on our agenda OR are we going to Target OR he explains that he can't tell me about his day because that would take too long OR that he did not like the snack I packed for him.

Deep down I think that all means that he missed me...a little bit.