This morning Brent ran to the store for a minute. He had asked Bridger if he wanted to go but, he didn't. So Brent left and I was fixing my hair. All of a sudden I noticed that it was really quiet in the house. I called to Bridger but he didn't answer. This meant I needed to go see what mischief he was up to or where he was stuck. I couldn't find him in the house so I checked the front yard, through the windows. I still didn't see him so I opened the door to see if I could see him. Sure enough, he was sitting in the chair outside our door just watching traffic go by. I asked him what he was doing and in the sweetest little voice, he said "just watchin' for Dad". His little chin was propped in his hand and he didn't even take his eyes off the road.
It was so hot outside so I offered to get him a popsicle...before lunch! That made his day and as soon as he was done with it he came right in and washed his hands, by himself! I think our little boy is growing up.
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