The Sheriff might be a momma's boy, but he's got complete adoration for his Daddy and wants to do anything Daddy does. I do, in fact, use this little nugget to my advantage often.
Every now and then I get glimpses of the father/son bond that somehow naturally exists no matter who or what might try to interfere, and it's beautiful. And these glimpses are little sneak peaks into his boyhood.
This past weekend I braved the heat (ok, it was early Saturday morning and not too hot yet) to supervise outside while one little toddler followed in Daddy's footsteps.
He had the perfect morning; the grin on his face was priceless.
It broke my heart when he stepped in ants and didn't fuss or holler, but simply stopped what he was doing to try to brush them off. I of course ran over to fully dust his shoes off and quickly apply After Bite to make sure they didn't start itching. His body language urged, "Mom, hurry up! There's grass to cut!"
These bites added themselves to his little legs which are now boy legs with their scrapes and bites and scratches. He doesn't seem to mind one bit.
I'm not wiping my eyes just yet. He's still my little toddler, and I'm more so excited to see who this little boy becomes.