Hoodlum

The other day, Jack, my six-year-old, blond-haired, blue-eyed son, and I were doing something and I told him we needed to finish up so we could go see what his dad was doing.

“Yeah,” he said. “We gotta go find out what up with the Daddy”.

My little hoodlum.

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About therapeuticrambling

I am a wife, a mom, a nurse, a writer. I enjoy laughing.
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