So it is worth noting that even though I have little brothers and I consider myself far more mature and above the need to sit on Pappa’s knee and have him reasure me and all that mush, and that I can take my own baths and feed myself... Pappa still sometimes reminds me that I am his boy, gives me hugs and pulls my ears (nicely!), tells me how wonderful I am and a whole load of applesauce and when I have finally had enough of the mush or feel better again for whatever reason - i do feel like i am 8 or so and walk around thinking i am such a sterling lad! That usually lasts until I get in trouble, but I can see why my little brothers are such suckers for that stuff even if I would never admit it to them!












