From my point of view...
I see two little feet, dangling from Daddy's knee. Two of my sick boy's are sitting over a bowl of steaming water with a towel over their head's, having a conversation - something about numbers. A moment later a rosey cheeked head appears with blonde curls that are slowly getting darker as he gets older. He flashes me a smile as he jumps down and runs away only to return a moment later with two tissues, "I got Kee-next for us, Daddy!" he says, proudly handing one to Dad and keeping one for himself. Some days I am so amazed at how grown up he is and how his personality is developing. He can be so thoughtful and helpful at times anymore!
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