Guns and bikes and some more guns and bikes are my sons favorite things (yes I have been placed on that never touched shelf collecting dust) It seems once the milk dried up that first week in May my boy left my side and became a man like daddy. When Clint is outside Ezra tells him to take off his shirt so they can ride bikes half-clothed. If it is time for a popsicle it has to be blue or green, he has to watch Handy Manny or Bigfoot Presents (4 wheel trucks) He rides his bike in his cowboy boots, shoots his gun in his boots and has managed to pee on the grass without hitting his boots. He feels a need to shave and use daddy's Old Spice body spray and deodorant before getting in the car each day. Although someday he will leave us and cleave to his wife, I made him promise to still hug me. It happened too fast, my little boy is fleeing.
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