I sent a text this morning to my dad, Brad, and my mom. It was an article I was reading about 3 of the best (and worst, but that has nothing to do with this) careers to go into to pay off student debt. Well, one was Economist (hello, Brad) and another was Civil Engineer (hello, Dad). I thought that was kind of funny so I took a pic and sent it to them. My dad was the first to respond and at the end of our conversation, he asked me how Gavin is doing (he had a fever, cough, and super tired last night. Got it from James). I told him he's still sick, but resting. Dad said to give them a hug from "poppa". So I said to the boys, with my arms open wide, "Come get a hug from Papa!!" They lit up. James raced to the windows, looking outside thinking my parents were going to pull up in the driveway. Gavin ran to the shoe area to put on his shoes, to go in the car so we could go to their house. I then had to explain to them that the hug from Papa was a hug through me. Well... James didn't like that. I asked him if he wanted to call him, and he said, "No! I want to... I want to hug him!" Only the real deal would work.
Gavin is still wondering when we are getting our shoes on to go to their house. Sorry, little ones, not happening for a while :(
