>At 10am we hear this 'scratch, scratch' at the front door.  We opened the
>door and there he was: filthy, stinky, and a look on his face that said
>'I've had lots of fun and I'm hungry now, can I come in?'
 
Karen: ^^This sounds remarkably like the night my boyfriend headed out for a
rather intense night of fun with the boys, but forgot his house keys.
 
It *is* nice to know that if they have good memories of home, they'll
come back.  Glad to hear your happy ending.
 
Lynn.
[Posted in FML issue 1472]
[Posted in FML issue 1472]