andrewdotnich

“Don’t worry, Dad, I’m a big kid now!” exclaimed the lad, straining under the weight of a big box of this-and-that. His Father smiled knowingly to Himself. The more he changed, the more he seemed to stay the same. “But he is growing,” He said to himself. “And becoming more like his Brother every day.”
And then there was a crash and a cry from down the hall, and the Father rushed to clean up the newly-created mess of boy and bric-à-brac.