Because I love him

This morning Gavin wanted to spike his hair like Mark.

So I spiked his hair, because I love him.

Before lunch he wanted to write his ABC's like Hollie,

So I found him some paper and a pencil, because I love him.

After lunch we needed to put on a clean shirt and he picked out his church shirt because it was "business casual" like his Dad.

And I hesitated because it was his "church" shirt, but then I consented because I love him.

Then when he wanted it ironed, "like Dad," I grimaced and wasn't sure I could do it.
But then I acquiesce not because I love him,

but because I love his Dad.