Kyle
“Daddy. Dion, sleepy…” The little boy uttered behind me. We were driving home after spending our time all day at the funfair.
“Go sleep, buddy,” I quickly glanced at him. He was sitting in the car seat. His tiny toys we won from the game surrounded him.
“Milk, daddy…”
“Oh, yes…” I suddenly realized he needed his stash before taking a nap or sleeping. I looked at the baby bag sitting on the passenger’s seat and took the milk I had already mixed before leaving the carnival.
I slowed my driving down, “Here, my boy….” I said, extending my arm as I gave him the bottle.
“Thank yooooouuuu….” Gideon sing-sang.
I chuckled. “You are welcome.”
I continued driving while jiving to the mellow music on the radio. Wilson took a day off, so it was just Gideon and me on this trip. I check
