"NO! No raisin bread!" Sobbing, screaming, crying continues.
"Are you thirsty? Do you need water?" I practically plead with him to take the sippy cup of water from the hand attached to the arm that's bent at a most uncomfortable and awkward angle.
He sits directly behind the driver's seat.
"Buddy! I don't know what's going on with you! It's okay! We're going to see Daddy! Aren't you excited to see Daddy?!"
And then the wailing continued.
I was trying my best to concentrate on the road but as all parents know...a child crying whilst driving is most unsettling task.
Who is his favourite person in the whole wide world besides Mommy and Daddy?
His big brother who happened to be sitting right next to him.
"Adrian...can you please try to get Fin to stop crying honey? I just don't know what's wrong with him."
And then...the sweetest of voices spoke clearly with love.
"Finley, do you want to hold my hand?"
Oh. My. Heart.
|Seriously. This picture makes me want to weep with love.|
And yes, I took this as it happened. I grabbed my phone and took that
picture without taking nary an eye off the road.
Because I am that talented you guys. Pure. Talent.