It's been four long weeks since Mac has been home, and we were all ready to see him for the weekend.
I love how he can't wait to sit down for the meals that I prepare, and how he offers to do the dishes!
I could have them done in a quarter of the time that it takes him to finish them, but I wouldn't have near the fun.
He always recruits a sibling to help. He washes, they dry. The party gets started.
And then they crank up the tunes.
Counters get splashed, and the floor gets wet, but eventually, it all gets cleaned up.
We all laugh, and sing along at times. Except the rap stuff.
I just sit back and enjoy the show during the rap songs.
Macsta da Rapsta. That's his name.