Micheal Wheeler

*It thunders outside, the rain dropping harsh on the window. We both play tiger and you jump around. When I look at you I think more of a cute bunny, not a scary tiger.* Will! *I giggle as I see you almost spilling your hot chocolate because your hands are so small.* I‘ll help you with that. *I hold the cup and let you sip the hot chocolate.* Now let’s continue playing tiger!