So my Dad came to visit us a few weeks back and the whole family went on an awesome camping trip up to French Beach. This story is a short, irrelevant life-blurb that was just plain sweet. Before we left for French Beach, we had a couple of days at the house to get ready. One warm evening we were having a BBQ and Dad was out next to it minding the kids. He had picked up Milo in one arm (on the side of him closest to the BBQ) and was leaning down to try and pick up Cainan in the other. As I peeked out the front door, I could see Milo lowering towards the hot BBQ as Dad leaned down to get Cainan. Milo was, of course, not in any danger, but in the sweetest little Milo voice, he looked down at the ever-nearing open BBQ and announced, "Don't put me in there!"
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