Not for the first time, it comes to mind to make a joke about Skinny's role as the affectionate puppy in our life, but I keep myself from saying it, setting my things down and prying off my shirt (thanks to my once-every-year chest shaving that Joe's allowed me to have).

It doesn't take long to run to join them, scooping Sophie up in my arms and dangling her upside-down right before Skinny.

"Hiya," she greets him with a big grin, as stupid as it gets. She sways, slightly, trying to reach out and grab for him. "Uncle Skinny, take me deeper," she whines.