Cody yelled at him but I just sat there with my hand over my mouth and then had to get a wet washcloth.
When I came back I was talking to my niece when I looked up feeling a small hand petting my head. There was Little Man, looking contrite and searching my face. I scooped him up and hugged him. He smiled with relief and gave me the heartiest hug back.
That boy may be loud, and he may be crazy, rambunctious and impulsive; but he has a heart of gold. Some may say he's naughty, that he knows exactly what he's doing, and that he's always up to no good; but I know not to buy into any of it. I heard it all before, and I ignored it then too and I'm glad I did, because he reminds me exactly of another man in my life who turned out to be pretty darn amazing: his daddy.
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