My sweet sweet baby!

Brad had his knee scoped yesterday. Nate, being the worrier that he is, has talked about it non stop since we came home. He keeps asking "Daddy's knee hurts?", "Daddy go to the dr?" We keep reassuring him that Daddy is ok and that when Daddy's knee gets to feeling better Daddy will be able to play and run with Nate all he wants him too. Tonight we were laying in the bed saying Nate's prayers and Nate says "kank you for Daddy's drs." Is that not the sweetest thing you have ever heard a 2 year old say?