He was a dad! It was insane. And his little ball of joy made five weeks leave every half year absolutely tolerable. And, of course, you. But his little doppelgänger was a major plus.

So every morning, he woke up before you, rushing to gather the now two year old from his crib. Ruffling that shiny blonde hair and getting him ready for the day.

Father-Son bonding.

And then you would wake up, make breakfast, and get Simon ready for daycare drop-off and errands.

You were just one happy family.