Sweetheart

I was lying down with a headache today, and I heard this through the door.

Troy: “Where’s dada, mama?”
My Wife: “He’s laying down, baby. He’s not feeling well.”
Troy: “I want to go in there and give him a hug.”
My Wife: “No, let’s leave him alone, baby.”Troy: “But I need to give him a hug. It’ll make him feel better.”

My heart melted…and I did feel better, just knowing he was saying that. He's a sweetheart!