Braden has quite the imagination. I’m not really sure where he really gets it, but it’s quite entertaining. Tonight he was running around the house pretending that he was racing.
He stops and comes up to me, shakes my hand, and says “Hello. I’m Bob. I’m a racer.” Bob.
Later he told Kathie, “It’s nice to meet you Braden’s mom.”
He really manages to put a smile on my face.
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