Playful feelings

I breathed a sigh of relief as I glanced over, thankful that it was simply a result of my son's typical four-year-old energy.

"What's going on?"I inquired, making an effort to conceal any frustration in my tone.

"He accidentally tipped over his toy chest, but he's okay," Betty responded, her eyes filled with concern.

I let out a laugh and tousled Marco's hair, "You really scared me for a moment there, buddy. Let's tidy up this mess, alright?"

Marco flashed me a mischievous grin, his bright blue eyes sparkling. "Sure thing, Mommy!"

As we gathered the toys strewn across the room, I couldn't help but be amazed at how fast my little boy was maturing. It seemed like only yesterday he was a tiny baby in my arms, and now he was an inquisitive and daring young lad.

"Mom, can we go to the park now?" Marco asked eagerly.

Checking the time, I noticed it was still early in the day. A visit to the park sounded like a wonderful idea to kick off our morning. "Of course, we can go after we have break