A couple of moments, before I forget...
Joseph came running out of Elizabeth's room where I had sent him to get a pair of pants for his baby sister...
"Daddy! I've got troubles."
"Troubles?"
"Yeah. I've got troubles. Big troubles."
We were laughing so hard, we never got to the bottom of his big troubles.
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After his nap, a sick little Joseph crawled into my lap. I rubbed his hair and kissed the top of his head.
"I'm sorry you're sick, baby."
"That's okay. It's not your fault."
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