The other day, during our lunch, Bright was crying and could not be comforted. He called it "growing pains." He said he needed to talk to his daddy. We got the two of them on the phone, and the boy calmed right down. I couldn't help but snap a picture of that crocodile tear. Priceless.
For the record, though, I am his best "freind." That has to count for something:)
