'It's my Daddy'

Arthur made my day when we went to pick him up today. I had driven to the garage fearing that my crap car was about to die on me as the battery light remained stubbornly red. Having driven home rationing my use of the windscreen wipers despite the rain, I was told that it was over charging and needed to drive with the heat full on and the lights on all the time. I arrived home very sweaty.
However when we got to nursery I heard Arthur shout,'it's my Daddy. Open the door'. He then leapt into my arms. We all got home and Arty and I wrestled as Annie bounced for Britain in her jumperoo. Then a bath with Helen and into bed.
Lovely. (The bath was Helen and the kids just for clarity)