Henry asks me the same question every weekday as soon as he sees me:
"Are you not going to go to work anymore, dad?"
On Tuesdays/Thursdays, he asks me this at lunch, to which I have to reply that yes, I am going back to work. This usually gets a "why?" If only I had an answer that satisfied both of us.
On Monday, Wednesday, and Fridays, he asks me after work and he is usually pretty excited with my answer (although not more than me). I suspect someday he will be asking me when I am going to GO to work, but for now I will enjoy his enthusiasm for my presence.
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