My 4-Year-Old Pointed At My Best Friend And Giggled, “Dad’s There” — I Was Laughing Until I Saw What He Was Actually Pointing At

I laughed. “That’s kind of my brand.”

“I should’ve helped more earlier.”

“You did enough.”

For a second, I meant that.

Then Will yelled again from somewhere under the tables, and the moment passed.

A little later, I dragged him inside.

He looked like he’d been raised by cheerful raccoons—grass-stained knees, sticky hands, a grin that meant trouble.

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