My 4-Year-Old Pointed at My Best Friend and Giggled, ‘Dad’s There’ – I Laughed Until I Saw What He Was Pointing At

wrist. “Come here.”

“Mommy, no!”

“We are not cutting cake with you looking like this.”

“But I’m playing.”

“You can play after. Come on.”

I led him inside, sat him on a chair by the kitchen sink, and scrubbed his sticky hands while he grinned up at me.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

His eyes were bright, cheeks pink from running.

“Aunt Ellie has Dad.”

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