One night a few weeks ago, I was making dinner, and I heard Brian wince in pain. I turned around and saw him rubbing his chest. My first thought when this happens is always that he's having a heart attack. He quickly assured me that he had pulled a muscle reaching down for one of the boys, but I urged him to sit and rest. I must have made a comment about making sure he wasn't having a heart attack, and Lincoln picked up on it.
I made Brian take it easy the rest of the night, explaining to the boys that Daddy was ok, but we just wanted to give him a rest. The next day, Brian took the boys to daycare, but I picked them up. They were confused when I arrived, and asked where Daddy was. Jackson first asked, "Is Daddy sick Mommy?" I assured him that Daddy was fine. But Lincoln prodded...."Did Daddy break his heart again Mommy?"
It was so sweet and innocent...the life of a 3 year old.
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