I love Bronson. He has such a happy spirit, and always has a way of making me smile.
Just before we were about to cross the street, we had this convo:
Me: Bronson hold mommy’s hand so we can cross the street.
B: B no wanna hold mommy’s hand (giggle giggle)
Me: Honey, you need to hold someone’s hand before you cross the street.
B: B hold B’s own hand.