No matter how busy and hectic work was, no matter how terrible the commute was, no matter how horrible a mess the old senile cat leaves as a surprise in the kitchen was, none of that matters when I get to come home to a message that the boy has written for me on the erasable writeboard. With a Sharpie pen. In permanent ink.

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