My husband, aka PawDad to our grandsons, was able to spend a few days in the desert with the boys and me during my current babysitting stint.

As you can see, it's hard to say who was more delighted with their time together—PawDad or the boys.

I'm sure they're all equally bummed, though, that PawDad's now back in the mountains toiling away at his job instead of juggling his adoring posse.

Today's question:

When did you last have a child (or three) climb into your bed in the morning?