Evan runs up to me several times a day and throws his arms around my legs. "Mine... mommy," he announces with a big smacking kiss. I scoop him up and kiss his cheek. "My baby," I reply. He giggles. "I'm named Evan!" "Okaaaaay, my Evan." Sometimes he relents: "I'm named Baby." Usually he doesn't.
The end.
I don't care. I will call him Baby forever. And ever.
1 comment:
I can't believe how big he is!
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