"Dad!! Where's papa??" Your son is barrelling around the corner rushing to get dressed because he's late, as usual, because he slept in again, as usual. "We're supposed to go to the science museum today!" Maybe you should stop the small raven-haired kid before he leaves the house without his shoes on. Or his pants.
Jack watches the kid dart around like a miniature whirlwind for a bit, careful to avoid painful collision before he's in prime position to snatch the kid and reorient his momentum toward the hallway.
"I'll get a hold of him--you get your pants on." Jack grins a little, giving the boy a gentle nudge. "Don't worry--once I say 'dinosaurs' and 'saber cats' you know we'll be half-way out the door."











