“Can you go open the back gate for Simone, she’s almost here!” Robin’s voice got higher in pitch as the sentence progressed.
“Got it.” I said, and I headed towards the back door, taking the opportunity as I walked past my wife to give her ass a little playful grab as I passed behind her. She rewarded me with a smile over her shoulder, but didn’t stop rinsing the dish in the sink.
I opened the gate just as Simone was pulling into the alley. I stepped out in the alley and did my best impression of an over-enthusiastic aircraft marshaller directing a jumbo jet to parking. For that, I got a little smile and a “you nerd” out her open window as she turned into the driveway.
Robin had made her way outside now, oldest daughter in her shadow, and Simone stopped her car abruptly, hopped out, and tackled her with a hug, nearly knocking her off her feet. I smiled, and then turned my attention to her girls in the back seat while the moms did their thing. “Hey, ladies! Long drive?” I listened attentively as the four year old and two year old sisters talked over each other, something about a bridge and how they don’t like pineapples anymore. Context has never been more important than when you jump in the middle of a stream of thought of a pre-schooler. Without it, I could only smile and nod, and help them out of their car seats.