dad, stay.

last night we were coming back from conway. pratt and i had picked dad up from his office. and we all rode together. so it was around 8 by the time we got back home. as we pulled onto the main road, pratt realized quickly that we were dropping dad off.

i don't think he realized that he was coming home with us. that he just had to get his truck. instead, pratt thought that he was headed to work. and therefore, leaving him.

so. we pull into the parking lot and immediately pratt yells from the backseat, dad! stay!!! and points at clint to remain seated. like a sort of hitler-esk movement. kind of with his entire arm stretched out.

i laughed and asked him to tell me again what he wanted. clint turned around and looked at him and again, dad, stay! stay, dad!

we tried to explain to him that dad was not going to work, but that we were all three going home. and that we just had to drive separately. didn't buy it. wasn't having it.

so the entire way home, we had to follow clint's truck WHILE making sure it stayed in sight.

he loves his daddy so, so much.