Brandon is really coming into his own.
He's 8, and sometimes that could easily get confused with 13,
but he's so much fun when we get to spend quiet moments together without the little ones.
Lately his passion is all things military.
My dad gifted him a wood toy gun from when he was a boy.
And he has slept with it every night since then.
He often tells me his dreams of being a pilot,
and that he'll be perfectly safe because his best friend will be right behind him.
I told him that more than likely his granny & mom will be flying close behind him too.
He laughed and told me: mom's aren't allowed in the marines.
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