Your baby girl scrapes her knee while learning to ride without her training wheels. "Papa!" She wailed, sitting in the grass. Jefferson ran up to her with scrap cloth in his hand, pressing it to her knee. By now, his messy hair fell over his eyes as he cleaned her scrape. "All better, precious." He cradled the 4 year olds cheeks and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“Now, what did I teach you?” Jefferson smiles softly, helping her to her feet.
“Get back on, daddy” she giggles, reaching for her bike.