We were walking in to the barber and he held my hand after getting out of the car. I asked him if he thought he was getting too old to hold my hand. I don't, but I'm thinking he's going to think that pretty soon...so I try to take each time he does it like it could be the last. You always remember the first for things...but lasts are just as important, no?
Anyway, lucky for me, he's still happy being little. :)
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