Come out to play

Can she come out and play? Can she?

They are so eager. Waiting for their friend.

One part of me is relieved. I'm off the hook. I could get on with something else for a few minutes. Another part is sad though. They don't need me to play? I want to be needed.

Then as soon as I get settled to do something else.

"Dad! We need you!"

Sigh.