Tonight Nolan and I went to Lalayna's dance recital. We had to park a long way from the door, so when we were walking through the parking lot I told Nolan to hold my hand.
N: Mom, I like holding your hand.
M: Me, too, buddy! Did you know that there will come a time in a few years where you're not going to want to hold my hand?
N: Why?
M: Because when you get older parent's aren't as cool and you don't want to be around us as much.
N: Why?
M: I don't know, but it happens to everyone.
N: I will want to hold your every day!
I'm glad he said that because last Thursday he hold me I was "so mean":)
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