This little boy has my heart and I'm afraid he knows it. He is smiles and giggles and dirt and noise. His ambulance siren voice is so convincing, I still find myself looking to see where it is. He is obstinate and charming and his smile is disarming. (I did not mean to make that a cheesy rhyme) He makes me laugh every single day and when he throws his arms around my neck and professes his love for me. I melt. Of all the Duffy kids he is by far the most ornery but he is so blissfully happy in life, that it's impossible to stay mad at him for long. I will be immensely sad when he no longer grabs my tool bag and his tool bag and says "Mommy, fix stuff with me."
*It's funny, that I wrote this when he was kind of little and now he's 7 and it's all still true.*
*It's funny, that I wrote this when he was kind of little and now he's 7 and it's all still true.*
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