This kid… he kills me with all his personality and cuteness.
He also kills me with all of his running, and jumping, and LET’S DO SOMERSAULTS NOW, MA, and his climbing, and his opinions that fruits and vegetables are the devil, and his thoughts on how he’s not really that much into naps any more, and all of his dancing on the top of our coffee table, when he knows he’s not supposed to dance THERE.
(Hubs and I do worry about that one. If he prefers to dance on top of the coffee table now, what’s he going to be like in college?)
…we love him. And I’m pretty certain we’re going to keep him around.