Dad says I'll never be too big to sit on his lap. He might be wrong. I just fit. Like, JUST fit. But as long as Dad will help keep me from sliding off, I'll never be too old to enjoy a few minutes on his lap. It makes me remember when I was a little guy.
He really is there. Those are his hands. Dad takes really good care of me. He'll never let me fall on my nose.
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