Last month my "baby" turned 6 years old. I was a little saddened by the fact that his 1-5 years were over. Today I took him swimming and then to get McDonalds for dinner. We got in the car and he sorta bumped or sat on his finger. He says, "Oh I think I just broke my thinger." Smile -- my baby is still here. Then when I asked him what he wanted to drink he said, "I'll have an oreo shake. If they don't have that, I want vamilla."
Thank you, my son, for growing up and becoming independent but thank you for letting me have my cake and eat it too. You make my life spectacular.
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2 comments:
this is so funny and cute. he is still the cutest boy in the world.
aim, you're so cool. i miss you.
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