I constantly come out of a work-coma to find that Alicia has been mixing some new drink -- Vampire's Blood or Witches Brew or something similar -- and left a mess all over.
Julie will inform me she did the dishes, and that she only broke two, then let me know that the cats made a mess all over the dining room. (Yesterday, in addition to knocking over a vase full of flowers, the cats also spread printer paper all over the dining room floor. Damn cats.)
I love watching them play, hearing them play, and playing with them.
It's cool to be a dad -- or whatever it is that I am.