Lola is anxiously waiting by the window for her Daddy to come home. She chants his name like he's a rock star and stares out the window, looks at the clouds, cranes her neck to get as close as possible to the glass to look in all directions for his car pulling up.
One problem.
Bless her little heart.
She has planted herself at the BACK window, which means unless he accidentally comes crashing through our privacy fence out back, he won't be pulling up in front of her anytime soon.
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