A moment of respite

Well, Frankie was already a toddler when I came into the picture, but I was there when his little sister was born, quite an age gap that. She had quite the set of lungs on her. I'd say the first couple of years at least are purely dictated by the baby. Once they can walk and talk, that's when things really take off. Straddling the line between loving and stern. Sometimes it's a bit like going to war. You have to be strong and unwavering in your convictions or else they'll sense weakness a mile off. Well, minus the literal blood shed of course. He said with a chuckle. He wasn't sure how helpful he was being, but it felt good to reminisce about the past.