Prompt #96 (Word) Sprout
"He sure did sprout up didn't he Mar?" Fred smiled huge over at his wife as she was dressing their three year old son.
Mary turned her head to smile at her husband. "It was bound to happen Fred. After all Archie is a growing boy."
"I mean for a whole year he stopped growing; not even one inch … then suddenly boom he's growing like a weed." Fred laughed.
"Weed." Archie shouted clapping his hands. "Weed."
"Not so loud Archie." Mary turned back to look into her son's face. "Mommy is quite near your mouth after all." She slightly winced as her son's scream echoed in her ear drums. They still were working on Archie's noise level.
"Sorry Mama." Archie whispered. Worry in his little eyes.
Mary picked her son up and hugged him. Kissing the side of his face. "It's quite all right son. You just need to learn to lower your voice at time."
Archie's hugged his mother as hard as his little body could handle.
Fred walked up to his wife and son. He ruffed his son's bright red hair. He made funny faces as his little boy, and soon Archie's eyes were back to the warmth which always was his son.