It was clear that he'd been missing her a little -- being shunned is no fun even if it does make sense.
And while he may be loud sometimes, he and Alison are as close as father and daughter can be. (If she loved baseball like he loves baseball, I'd just be the maid...)
So I emerge from what used to be my home office and is now mostly a spare room, I see the two of them, snuggled up on the couch watching cartoons. I plop down beside them, worming my way into a corner of the couch.
Jeff looked at me like I'd invaded Normandy.
"Hey! We're snuggling here," he said.
Alison kept her eyes glued to the TV but didn't budge from his side.
"Yeah, so? I'm joining you."
"Uh, you're cuttin' in to my "dad" time, and I haven't had much of that lately," he mumbled.
I smiled, thinking it was sweet and happy that he'd been so attentive to her. But I stayed put. Not that it mattered. Two two 'toon lovers weren't to be separated.
Bedtime rolled around and I got ready to go upstairs. But no! That was apparently "his" time, too.
If I'm lucky, I'll get to fix her breakfast this morning....