A long day, but a good day

I was so eager to get home on Monday that I left the apartment at 12. For my 6 pm flight. There were three little girls at the airport that were keeping me entertained while I waited. They were playing rock, paper, scissors (with mom supervising: "no, baby, rock doesn't beat paper"). But then I read my magazine for a while and when I looked up again, the game had devolved into rock, paper, gun (because guns have more interesting sound effects?).

I'm so happy to be home.