He gingerly climbed into my lap until he stood with one foot on each of my legs. Then he looked down into my eyes with his short little arms wrapped around my head. This little fellow loves me was all I could think. Then he took one of his chubby little fingers and rubbed my cheek. I closed my eyes just for a minute to remember this moment and thank God for this little bundle of curly headed joy in my life.
Just as I opened my eyes–BAM! As I was thanking God for him, he curled up his little fist and punched me right in the nose.
Thank God for my little stinker.
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Dawne // February 6, 2008 at 5:43 pm |
Ha!! I have one like this too….I tell ya it’s his SWEET times that do save him.