Late afternoon I wait for the text, sometimes it comes earlier than others, but it always reads "Out." My cell phone rings with its horrible ring-tone called "whistling wizard" (yes it is an embarrassing ring-tone).
I flip then phone open and read the 3 letter word and turn to Cordelia, "Guess who is coming home?"
Cordelia's face brightens as she says, "Daddy."
Somewhere along the way Bumblebee also figured out this little ritual and she will immediately run to the window and hop up on her back legs, nose pressed to the glass, and do this nasal whistle/whine combo. The nasal combo has a quiver of excitement to it.
I will turn up the music, clean up any ongoing projects, and Cordelia and I will dance or sometimes she will go and knock on the door. Other times she will insist that we go to the window and look for the returning car.
When he fiiiinnnnaaallllllyyy gets home Cordelia will scream, "DADDY!" or perhaps she'll whisper "Daddy." He will come up the stairs, throw down his work stuff and he will be crowded by his crew, Bumblebee is always the most enthusiastic.