|
Today we went to a furniture store store to buy him a new dresser. While my ex-wife and her sister and sister's fiance were deciding on the color of the dresser (I was brought along only to pay) my son found a cute rocking chair. He climbed up on my lap (I was sitting on a nearby bed) and got those big blue eyes all open up as wide as they'd go and said in his sweetest "I know daddy will melt" voice:
"Daddy, can I please have that chair. Please, Daddy?"
What's a dad to do? How could I resist?
|