This is a pretty typical view of what happens when I get home from work in the evenings if I'm lucky enough to be there before the littlest milkbreath goes to bed. He crawls to me, makes it very clear that he wants me to pick him up, and then he's pretty well attached to me until he goes to bed. I'm not complaining--it usually amounts to about 30 minutes at most, so I wish I could spend more time with him (and his siblings) on weekdays.
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