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That's wonderful not because you can be a Daddy, or because you ought to try to be, but because, in searching for an image to describe how you wanted to help, you chose me.
Out front, as the light slowly moves across the trees and the houses, little Joe tires of his scooter and sits down on the step.
"Sit nexta me, Daddy," he says. And he cuddles up close.
You, too, Bud. Come here and sit next to Daddy, and we'll all look together.