Where's dad?

At 4 o'clock I decided it was time to get dad from work. I found mum and pointed to the car outside and said 'daddy?'

I did it a few times.

And then I cried 'daddy!' And I cried a bit more.

And I grabbed the picture I'd drawn and took it to the front door.

And I cried 'daddy' again.

Mum tried to explain that he'd be getting home a bit later. But it was no good. I wanted dad now.

We called him on the phone. He had a little chat to me. He explained that he'd be home in a while.

He had a late interview, and got home after tea.

When he finally got home I was tired, but still had enough time for a story and then fell asleep on dad's shoulder.