Mick was asleep in his room Monday morning, and I was in the room next door. I sneezed, and to my surprise... I heard Mick's sweet voice. "Bless you!" the little voice said.
Blessed, indeed.
The next day, I brought Mick home from his grandparents' house. He walked straight to the TV, and I braced for his customary request to turn on the TV. Instead, he looked up and said, "Papa? Dance!" So I turned on the iPod and we rocked out together, complete with laughing, clapping and the occasional rock star kick.
