— You’re my big, bald buddy-boo.–
(John-3 to Dad)
As I readied to leave for my Rabbit Lane walk, I noticed a pungent odor from the little boy that hugged my leg.
“I’ll change him,” Angie offered. “You go ahead.”
Little John (2) responded, “NO—Dadda,” and I felt the dubious honor of being chosen by my son for this special duty. Continue reading