Little Richard Chapter 5 – It's time for Richard to say he's sorry.
Richard looked a picture. He was wearing sissy clothes as he thought of them. He had on a pair of girly white knee socks with no turnover, patent leather pumps, cut low and with a strap above the instep, a frilly white shirt with stiff collar, a lightweight black velvet bum-freezer jacket and ridiculous little lightweight black velvet shorts. He was sitting in his daddy's car on the way home now. His daddy had bought him a whole new wardrobe of clothes; and not a pair of longs in sight.
Richard sat silently in the car, fidgeting and pouting. He sniffed a couple of time and wiped his face angrily as he muttered under his breath.
SLAP .... SLAP ....
Two vicious, fast and hard slaps landed on the top of Richards' inner right thigh. He yelped loudly and furiously rubbed the stinging pink flesh of his upper thigh.
"AW .... OH .... What was that forrrrrrrrrr," his bottom lip started to wobble and tears welled in his eyes.
"That young man is for pouting and mumbling! And unless you want me to stop the car right now and spank your little bottom in the middle of the road, I suggest you carry on that way!"
Richard sniffed back the tears and looked out of his passenger window. He absently rubbed his smarting thigh as he though on the situation. He actually liked the feel of his little velvet shorts, they felt light and soft, but why did they have to look so bloody boyish, he felt like Little Lord Fauntleroy and he was not amused, he had seen lots of boys in the high street point and stare and laugh as he was led to James car. More embarrassing was having to hold his daddy's hand all the way to the car.
"You and I little man, are going to have a very long talk when we get him, a very long talk indeed. You should know by now that I will brook no rudeness or bad manners in front of your elders and betters and that is exactly what you have been doing. Isnt it?" Richard said nothing; he just kept looking out of his window. James looked at his fifteen year old little boy. This boy has a lot to learn he told himself.
SLAP .... OWWWWWWWWWW. Another hearty slap landed right at the top of the boys' thigh. This time at the very front. A perfect handprint appeared on his boys tanned leg.
"I asked you a question little boy. You have been rude, disrespectful and now disobedient. Hasn't the hair brushing I gave you in the shop taught you anything Richard?"
"Sniff .... sob .... I'm sorry .... honest .... sniff"
"You still haven't answered me! Do I have to stop the car young man?"
"No daddy no, pleaseeeeee!"
"Well answer me then!"
"Y .... yes .... I have been rude and stuff. But it wasn't my fault" Richard whined.
"Wasn't your fault? That's a good one son. Hmm, let's see. You were rude, disrespectful, disobedient, pouty, grouchy, cranky and all in all, a very naughty misbehaving little boy, and it wasn't your fault."
Richard's bottom lip stuck out as his chin wrinkled in a pout. James was looking at him, though Richard seemed more interested in the handprint on the front of his thigh.
"I wonder whose fault it was then. Can you enlighten me? Was it my fault? Was it the outfitters fault?"
"Snot fairrrrrrrrrrrr" wailed Richard in his best, hurt voice.
"Ah .... you poor put upon little boy. Us grown ups just don't understand the pressures children are under, is that it?"
"Er .... yes it is daddy" answered Richard cheekily, he couldn't answering back at his daddy's sarcasm."
"Well, my downtrodden little man. When I get you home we can talk all about it."
They drove on silence. When they finally got home, James got out of the car, walked over to the passenger door and opened it. Richard was still sitting in his seat making no effort to get out of the car. James bent forward and unbuckled his boy. He took hold of Richards had a firmly led him out of the car.
"You're being a silly little boy now Richard, you are only digging yourself in deeper young man. And then you wonder why I treat you like a little boy?"
"Well I am fiftee-e-een," whined the boy
"Fifteen year old boys do not behave like silly, naughty little nine year old boys! Now come along" Jason walked firmly and steadily toward the house; a dejected little boy in tow."
"Oh isn't he the cutest little boy you have ever seen?" An elderly American woman said in a shrill loud voice to her companion, another elegantly dressed American woman.
"Ahhhhhhhh, isnt that sweet?" agreed the other lady.
James stopped at the gate of his house and turned around smiling at the two ladies. "Why thank you very much ladies" He stood Richard in front of him, his hands on the boys shoulders, "Say thank you Richard, these ladies have just complimented you." Richard mumbled a thank you as he stared at his feet, his face turning several shades of red and his ears burning."
"Awww. Isnt he just adorable?" the first lady said as she pinched Richard cheek. "I must say, I love the way you have dressed him young man. In my day all little boys wore short pants, how old is he by the way, nine, ten?" Richard fumed inside wanting to shout out 'Im fifteen' and stamp his little foot.
"He is actually a very naughty little nine year old. Though he won't be very naughty for long, I can assure you of that"
Richard thought he would die of embarrassment.
The lady noticed the red hand print on the boy's thigh.
"Oh dear, I see you've already given him a taste as it were," she said nodding at the handprint. "Well boys will be boys. I remember when my little brother was naughty, back home in Virginia. Do you remember Kathy? Oh yes, my Father would soon warm his little bottom for him, it was amazing how well he behaved after a trip to the woodshed."
"Well young man, we shan't detain you any longer. I must add though that it is so encouraging to know that there are young men like yourself who know how to bring up a boy right. If only more parents were like you, God _d_a_m_n_ed liberal do-gooders are ruining today's youth I say.
"I agree with you Maggie dear, I must say young man, keep up the good work, I'm sure your boy will grow to be upstanding member to the community. Don't worry what people say, keep him as a little boy as long as you can, they soon grow up."
"I most wholeheartedly agree with both of you ladies" James suddenly had a great idea "Ladies, I don't suppose you would like to come in and have a refreshing cup of tea with me while we chat?"
The ladies looked at each other then smiled.
"Why young man, I do declare that you are the most thoughtful person we've met. I was just telling Kathy here how I was absolutely, positively dying for some refreshment. We've been on our feet all day, soaking in your beautiful city. We'd be honoured to accept your kind offer young man."
James gallantly stepped aside as he opened his front door.
"Ladies, if you would be so kind" He swept his arm at the hall of his house and followed the two charming ladies into his considerably large lounge.
"Oh my, what a beautiful apartment you have here. Isn't it just divine Kathy?"
"Divine Maggie, divine. This is just how I pictured a British town house" They both looked in awe at the abundance of antique furniture; some dating to the seventeenth century. James noticed their every look and smiled; he was very proud of his house.
"Most of the furniture was my darling mothers, may she rest in peace. I like to keep it how she would have liked it."
Richard was standing behind his daddy, scuffing his feet and swinging his arms in boredom.
"I hope your listening to this little guy," said Kathy, "you should take a leaf out of your daddy's book!"
Richard was about to blow, he was so bored and embarrassed about his little boy clothes and on top of this some old hag starts having a go at him.
"Oh yes miss" he said sarcastically, "absolutely miss. I allllllways do what my daddy says" He couldn't resist. He looked at his daddy and the two old biddies and a strength greater than he made him do it. He really didn't want to do it, but he did it anyway. He stuck his tongue out at the old dear and waggled his entire head at her.
"RICHARD JAMES CHARLES!" Richard was shocked, 'James Charles?' His daddy had called out his Christian name but added his own names to the boys. It was at this moment that Richard realised what a wretched little boy he was. His adoptive daddy actually thought of him as his son, why else call him Richard James Charles.
Richard quickly covered his mouth and blushed furiously ....
"I .... I .... I'm sorry madam, daddy, honist, I didn't mean to say it like that .... sniff"
"You didn't mean to do it? Just like it wasn't your fault that you were a rude disrespectful misbehaved little boy? How dare you display such rudeness to guests. Despicable behaviour, I'm shocked, SHOCKED!"
James strode over to his boy and holding on to his left arm soundly smacked the back of his legs:
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, and SMACK. Six sound and hearty smacks landed on the back of Richards left leg, from the bottom of his shorts down to the back of his knees; his leg coming up almost to his chest after each resounding smack
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, and SMACK. Six more sound smacks land on the back of Richards right leg. Again Richard danced about as his daddy smacked and he squealed like a little boy at each smack.
James pinched his boys left ear and walked him to the corner of the room, placed his hands on his head and pushed his nose right up against the corner.
"Don't you dare move little boy, not one muscle, do you hear me?" Jason said sternly.
"Yes daddy .... sob" Richard replied in a very small voice.
"Good, because you are already in for the spanking of your short little life young man. That, I promise you." Jason went back over to the sofa and sat down opposite the two ladies. They were all looking at the miserable little boy in the corner.
"I must say young man, you handled that admirably. There is nothing quite like smacking a boys legs to put him in his place." Said Maggie
"I agree with you dear" replied Kathy "oh dear" she giggled "he does look a picture though doesn't he? I could hug the little fellow to death I think"
All the grown ups smiled at each other ruefully as they looked at the back of the boys bright red thighs. His legs and bottom were clenching and unclenching as he desperately wanted to rub the back of his smarting legs. All they could here was a gentle sniffling from the corner.
"That is one of the advantages of keeping my boy in short little boy shorts, but as you have seen, he can be a very mischievous little scamp and if he going to behave like a naughty little boy I'll make sure he looks like one. I don't know ladies, children these days."
"I know what you mean young man, kids back home roam the streets in those god awful baggy pants or jeans, but I must say again, it is so refreshing to see a parent who knows how to dress and bring his boy up."
"Why thank you ma'am, I can promise you that this young scamp is not going to be wearing long trousers for a very long time indeed."
"Now, how about a nice cup of tea ladies"
"That would be wonderful" they both agreed.
Over the next half hour, Richard stayed in the corner, as the grownups talked about ill's of modern society and how much safer it was in the old days, when boys were boys and knew their place. Richard could here them talking about him. Funnily enough he was quite proud of his daddy, the way these two ladies praised him on his manner of looking after him. He became interested when they spoke of the old days when children were solidly and soundly spanked, not only at home but also at schools and how nobody thought anything wrong about it. He wondered what it would have been like to be a boy in those days, being punished all the time; at school and then getting punished again at home for it. He wondered what it would be like to have to wear shorts all the time.
Richard started sobbing in the corner, 'Noooooooooooo' he thought to himself. 'I am going to know what its like, daddy just told that old woman that I won't be wearing longs for a long time.' He sobbed some more and then sobbed loudly as he realised that he was also going to be punished soundly later. He sobbed miserably as it suddenly dawned on him that his new daddy was going to treat him like a little boy of the fifties or sixties and that meant shorts and spankings an early bedtimes and and ....
"WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Richard wailed from the corner, feeling very sorry for himself.
"Will you stop that racket young man!" Ordered James sternly, "Stop this instant, or I will give you something to cry about!" "I'm sorryyyyyyy, oh, daddy I'm so sorryyyyyyyy" Silent tears sped down his cheeks. James heart skipped a bit as he realised that his boy really was sorry, something must be getting through to the young man he thought to himself. He got up and walked over to his boy. Gently taking hold of his hand he walked over to the sofa again, picked his boy up and sat him gently on his lap giving him a big cuddle.
"There there little one, I know you're sorry, but you deserved that smacking didn't you?"
Richard didn't speak, he just nodded yes as he rubbed his eyes with balled up little fists, he looked so cute the ladies though. Richard snuggled up to his daddy buried his face in James shoulder, his little body shaking as he cried himself out. James cradled his boy and rocked him gently back and forth, stroking the baby soft, smooth tanned skin of his boys thigh. He marvelled at the feel of him. He suddenly wished the ladies were not here, he wanted to strip his boy naked and feel all of him as he sat him on his knee.
As if reading his mind, the ladies put aside their cups and got up.
"Well young man, I think it best we leave you now, I just want to say that it has been a pleasure to chat, you are a perfect gentleman."
"Why thank you" replied James.
"You're most welcome" said Kathy and came over to the man and his boy, she patted Richard on the head.
"You be a good little boy now, you hear?"
"sniff .... yes madam .... I will .... sniff .... honest" He had never called a woman madam before and his daddy patted him affectionately for his politenes."
"I'm sure you will little guy, just as I'm sure that your daddy will know what if you're not."
James stood up and holding onto his boys hand walked the ladies to the door of his house. They bade each other goodbye and they left; James slowly closed the door.
"Right little one, I have laid out some clothes for you on your bed, I want you to go upstairs now and change into them"
"Yes daddy"
"Then come back down here, we have a lot to get through before you go to bed young man."
"Yes daddy" Richard looked at his white stockinged feet and slowly made his way to lounge door. He turned around looking at the man, the man he loved he realised.
"Daddy?"
"Yes son?"
"I love you daddy, honest I do" He ran from the room an upstairs as tears welled up in his eyes again.
He sat on his bed looking at the clothes on the bed. He absently felt the cloth of the short trousers on the bed, they were school shorts. One inch inside leg. He took off the clothes he was wearing and neatly folded them away in the wardrobe. He sat on the bed and pulled the school shorts on. He couldn't believe it, these really were little boy school shorts, actually the only time he had seen shorts like this was in his old infant school. They had no fly at all and no pockets; they had elastic round the waist. _s_h_i_t_! These are pull up shorts. They weren't tight like the pair he came with; these fit perfectly, neither too tight nor too baggy. He put on the green jersey and long grey school socks. The socks were plain, as he pulled them up over his knee he noticed the garters, they were white elastic with a green tassel hanging down. He dressed and looked at the mirror when it suddenly hit him. His daddy had laid out clothes for him that made him look like a little Cub Scout. The perfectly fitting school shorts with elastic waist, the long grey socks and garter, the green jersey, all that was missing was the badge and Cub Scout cap.
Richard looked at himself and he grinned, he really did look like a little boy. He wasn't fifteen, he was nine or ten. He put his hands back and felt his bottom through the soft material of his little shorts. He felt his little penis twitch. He went back downstairs.
He entered the lounge again and stood in front of James.
"My, don't you look smart!" stated James looking at his cute little boy.
"Daddy? I don't like these shorts .... pout .... they don't got a fly and they don't got any pockets either .... pout"
"Richard, Richard, Richard," sighed James, "you just don't get it do you?"
"What daddy?"
"That you are no longer a big boy, you are a little boy, a little boy who has earned himself a thorough and well deserved spanking, and one which you will get later. Now come here and sit on my knee." Richard did as he was told.
"Now then Richard, I will only say this one more time. I will decide what you wear young man, not you. All you need to worry about is being a good boy, you have no responsibilities anymore, all you need do is get on with tasks of being a boy again. I know you didn't have a very good childhood and I will not have a boy of mine like that, so as I told you before, you will be treated like a nine year old little boy and that's an end to it."
"You really do want me to be a boy again?" Asked Richard in a small voice, James nodded, "I fink I'd like that." Richard grinned, so where are my toys daddy, I want to play!"
James chuckled and tousled his boys hair. "That what I like to hear, you're a little boy now, so behave like one; a good boy that is." Richard giggled.
"Now, onto more serious matters my boy."
"I'm sorry to say this little one, but your behaviour today has been most disappointing. You have been a very naughty boy indeed." Richard looked down at his bare knees, his feet way off the floor. He fidgeted on his daddys knee and he know his daddy was right. I have been a naughty little boy, he thought, a naughty, disobedient, rude little boy.
"I want to be good daddy honest," He said in a small voice.
"And you will be in time, I promise you that, but before you are a good boy you must learn that being a naughty boy brings down consequences, consequences that you may not necessarily like. You have been getting away with murder all your short life little man, and quite frankly, I'm not surprised. You see, nobody has ever brought you up short, stopped your naughty ways in their tracks. Most parents seem to be afraid of their children, especially when they become big teenage boys, but what they don't seem to understand is that a boy is a boy is a boy, and as such, boys will be naughty, disobedient, rude and misbehave. Do you know why?"
Richard just shook his head in the negative. Jason touched his boys chin and pushed his head up so that he was looking directly into his eyes.
"Please answer me verbally little one. Now, do you know why?"
"No daddy .... sniff"
"Because boys, like you, test their daddys to see what they can get away with. If a Father tells his son not to play with matches, he may well do just that. Sadly most Fathers no longer take up the challenge, the gauntlet thrown at their feet by their boys, they are intimidated by their sons tantrums. But, I know better young man, you can stretch the limits anytime you want little one, but be reassured that if you do, you will be punished. If you don't want to be punished all you have to do is be good."
"Now then little one, lets see about you. You deliberately disobeyed me today when I was calling you, you were sarcastic and rude to those ladies, you gave some back talk, you threw a tantrum and the list is endless. Well I can't let this go unpunished. You will learn that when your daddy tells you to do something and you don't, you will have a sore bottom. You will learn that when you are rude; you will have a sore bottom and mouth soaping. You will learn that if you misbehave, you will have a sore bottom. You will learn that if you disrespectful; you will have a sore bottom and you will learn that if you answer back; you will have a sore bottom." This James said in a stern but caring voice, Richard eyes were gleaming from the tears welling up in is eyes.
"You are a naturally manipulative boy, you try and manipulate people around you. I know those puppy dog, butter wouldn't melt in my mouth look you have. The way you complain about what I tell you to wear etc. You are trying to take control of the situation and what you have to realise is that you cant have control, and you cant have control because at the end of they day, all you are is a little boy. You can decide whether you want to be a good boy or a bad boy. Both paths lead to rewards, the one a nice reward, the other a soundly smacked and very sore bottom indeed."
"I love you Richard, you are the son I never had and always wanted, and because I love you, I will not let you ruin your life in a downward spiral of bad behaviour and disrespect, and I mean disrespect for your own person. I want you to grow up to be a credit to yourself and those around you, so that when you go into a room full of people they smile at you welcome you as part of the group and not think uh-oh here comes trouble. It's because I love you that I'm not going to sit idly by and watch make mistake after mistake little one, no, it's precisely because I care for you and love you that I have to teach you this lesson, a lesson to make sure that you don't repeat these mistakes, and the best way to teach a naughty little boy like you is face down over a daddy's knee. I will get through to you little one, that I promise you."
"Now this is what is going to happen. We are going to go to your bedroom where I will sit in the chair there. I will then put you over my knee and spank the seat of your shorts long and hard, you can cry all you want, it will be good for you, but I will stop when I've decided you have learnt the first part of your lesson, not you think you've learned."
"First part daddy?" Richard shook.
"First part. After your initial spanking, I am going to make sure you are a clean little boy, I am going to bathe you inside and out young man, and you better not fidget in the bath because daddy has a big bath brush which can be used on your bottom if you are. After your bath, you are going over my knee again, and I promise you young man, I am going to give a hair brushing, the likes of which no boy in history has had! Then you will go to bed."
Richard sobbed gently.
"Oh please daddy, please .... ah .... ah .... Ill be a good boy promise! I know I've been bad but please daddy" He broke down, wailing already.
"That's enough of that young man, you know you've been naughty, you have just told me, and naughty boys, in this house, are spanked soundly. If you don't want to be punished, you have two choices. You can either be a good boy or you can pack your things and leave."
"No no please daddy, don't send me away," wailed the little boy as he hugged his daddy furiously.
"I'm not sending you anywhere little one. Now," he picked his boy up as if he were a five year old little tyke, Richard felt all funny, it was amazing how little his daddy made him feel, being picked up clean off floor under his arms as if he weighed no more than a toddler, and positioned him over his knee. Richard was so small for his age that his hands and feet were a good foot and half off the ground. There he lay, fifteen years old, dressed like a nine year old cub scout and over the knee of the man he loved with all his heart, "Tell me why I'm spanking you little boy"
Richard said nothing, he was speechless, he felt drowsy with worry and a million things were going around in his head. James took hold of the waist of the boys infant school shorts and tugged the shorts up causing the central seam of the shorts to dig into the crack of his boys little bottom. The material was so taught that it felt like a wonderful second skin, he noticed that the boy hadn't put on any underpants again and the shorts were so short that the hem was above the line than marked the bottom of his bottom and the tops of his legs. Well, he thought, lets get started.
SMACK, SPANK, SPANK, SMACK, SMACK, SPANK.
Six resounding hand spanks landed right on the centre of his boys shorts. Richards little legs kicked at the force of the spanks. His daddy was right, this was going to be a spanking and a half. He had never been slapped with a naked hand so hard and his bottom was smarting already.
"Why am I spanking you?" Again no answer.
SMACK, SPANK, SPANK, SMACK, SMACK, SPANK.
Six more lower down. Richard was finding it hard to stay still, his bottom was already on fire.
"Why .... SPANK, SPANK .... am .... SPANK, SPANK .... I .... SPANK, SPANK .... spanking you .... SMACK, SPANK, SPANK, SMACK, SMACK, SPANK.
Richard tried to answer, but his voice was catching in his throat, he really wanted to answer his daddy but he couldn't.
"Right then," James twined his left arm around the boys waist holding him very close. All he could see was the short trousered bottom and legs of the boy.
SMACK, SPANK, SPANK, SMACK, SMACK, SPANK. SMACK, SPANK, SPANK, SMACK, SMACK, SPANK. SMACK, SPANK, SPANK, SMACK, SMACK, SPANK. SMACK, SPANK, SPANK, SMACK, SMACK, SPANK. SMACK, SPANK, SPANK, SMACK, SMACK, SPANK. SMACK, SPANK, SPANK, SMACK, SMACK, SPANK. SMACK, SPANK, SPANK, SMACK, SMACK, SPANK. SMACK, SPANK, SPANK, SMACK, SMACK, SPANK.
An amazing volley of spanks landed on the boys bottom, all on the sit down spot. They were fast and furious, James was landing about two spanks a second and very hard indeed.
Richard broke .... "WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH .... DADDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY"
His little legs were kicking up and down and side to side, his arms were flailing in all directions and tears shot out of his eyes.
SMACK, SPANK, SPANK, SMACK, SMACK, SPANK. SMACK, SPANK, SPANK, SMACK, SMACK, SPANK. SMACK, SPANK, SPANK, SMACK, SMACK, SPANK.
On and on the spanking went. James had a strong hand and no matter how hard and long he spanked his hand would not hurt as he spanked away, only the boys bottom. "UUUUUUUHHHHHH OWWWWWW PLEASEEEEEEEE YELPPPPPPPPP DADDYYYYYY SHRIEEEEKKKKKKKKK ILLBEGOOD ILLBEGOOD ILLBEGOOD ILLBEGOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDD"
SMACK, SPANK, SPANK, SMACK, SMACK, SPANK. SMACK, SPANK, SPANK, SMACK, SMACK, SPANK. SMACK, SPANK, SPANK, SMACK, SMACK, SPANK.
"WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
DADDYNOMORE DADDYNOMORE DADDYNOMOREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
SMACK, SPANK, SPANK, SMACK, SMACK, SPANK. SMACK, SPANK, SPANK, SMACK, SMACK, SPANK. SMACK, SPANK, SPANK, SMACK, SMACK, SPANK.
Richard lost it, on and on the spanking went, his little bottom, though encased in the tightly stretched cloth of his little school shorts was on fire, he wanted to get up and dance from foot to foot and pull his bottom off with his own hands. He was just a little boy being soundly spanked by his daddy. He no longer kicked and squirmed, he just lay there producing a massive wall of noise from his mouth, snot and tears streaming down his face.
SMACK, SPANK, SPANK, SMACK, SMACK, SPANK.
"You!"
SMACK, SPANK, SPANK, SMACK, SMACK, SPANK.
"Will "
SMACK, SPANK, SPANK, SMACK, SMACK, SPANK.
"Be"
SMACK, SPANK, SPANK, SMACK, SMACK, SPANK.
"A GOOD BOY"
SMACK, SPANK, SPANK, SMACK, SMACK, SPANK. SMACK, SPANK, SPANK, SMACK, SMACK, SPANK.
"Or I'll spanked you as many times in a day as I have to!"
"Naughty," SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, "naughty," SMACK, SPANK, SPANK, "little boy!" SMACK, SPANK, SPANK.
"Bad boy!"
SMACK, SPANK, SPANK, SMACK, SMACK, SPANK. SMACK, SPANK, SPANK, SMACK, SMACK, SPANK. SMACK, SPANK, SPANK, SMACK, SMACK, SPANK.
He stopped, James was sweating now, he had solidly and soundly hand spanked his boy over his knee for half and hour. Richard wailed and howled as his daddy gently caressed the boys burning bottom. He stood him up and carried him to the corner of the bedroom, depositing his naughty little son there. Richard automatically put his hands on his head and made no attempt to rub his burning bottom; he really didn't want smacked legs on top.
Richard was wailing in the corner as hard as he was over his daddy's knee. He looked round at his daddy, all he saw was a blurry image of the man he loved even more now. His mouth was an open circle with long strands of spit hanging off his bottom lip, his faced looked like a bawling five year olds.
"I love you daddy"
WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH