He is speaking like a person most of the time.
"Can I have my race cars at the table, Mama?"
He is trying to toilet train himself, we are not quite as ready as he seems to be...
He is looking forlornly over the gate into the office now, so I should sign off.
Happy birthday Younger Hug-a-Bug.
You will always be my darling baby boy.
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