Oh my son

My son is my heart, walking around on two legs.

My son is sunshine and smiles and goofy behavior, right up until the moment where he isn’t and then he hisses (? the hell? when did he start doing that?) at me like the cat we don’t have and tries throw his monkey at me. Then the wind blows and he is happy again. I ask him questions and some times he doesn’t understand so he cocks his head to the side and says “I don’t know what you talking?” and then shakes his head like, geez those people are nuts.

He turns our living room into a bowling alley and his high chair into a jungle gym and the couch into a high jump pit. He begs to listen to Aaron Copland’s Hoedown from Rodeo when we are driving in the car and at night wants me to sing him a lullaby about a digger digging a big big road.

He is two and two is glorious.

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