My kid has been saying "dada" forever. I love hearing it, I'm not going to lie. But last night my wife said, "Ezra, say 'daddy'." "Daaaddy" was his reply, with a big gap-tooth Spongebob smile on his face.
I about lost it. I don't cry much, with the exception of getting kicked in the groin or eating something so hot that my throat starts to close up, but I almost cried. I can't tell you what it feels like to have your son look at you and say, "daddy" with a big goofy grin on his face. It's something that you will just have to experience one of these days. Top five moment in my entire life.
On a less sappy note, my kid tried to put his hand down the shirts of two girls in my youth group Sunday night. I said, "Ezra, no-no buddy." His response? "Booboos." My response to that? "I know buddy, but you can't do that."
I swear, I'm going to have to home school that little pervert.
2 comments:
I'm so proud of him - he takes after his Pop-Pop (definately a "booboo" man). I never knew grandkids could be such a joy - I sure would have foregone having my kids and skipped right to EZP if I had known. I guess that wouldn't really have worked would it? Too bad. He's the greatest little fellow around - couldn't love him any more. Can't wait to see him again soon.
Amen to Gangy.
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