My Beautiful little son asks me while we were putting on hi pjs last night: "mom why do you call me 'baby' so much?" To which I replied, "because you will always be my baby." He thought on the reasoning for my term of endearment and then after a very long pause looks at me and declares "No, not baby. You may call me Drew Donovan...that's it, do you hear me?" It was all that I could do not to hit the floor laughing with a little bit of a tear mixed in due to the fact that my THREE year old felt the need to assert himself so. Imagine the irony of it all today as we are getting ready for a brisk morning walk (me huffing and puffing/him on his 4 wheeler) and after he demands the spider man helmet because "nothing else maked him go as fast" he looks around with fright in his big blue eyes and asks frantically "mom where is my bear? YOU KNOW bear wif red sweater?" I hand him bear with a little smirk glad that he is hanging on a little to his baby ways I guess...he takes bear from my hand and explains to bear how important it is for him to stay close to him on the 4 wheeler so he won't fall off. Maybe the baby is gone...maybe not so much ;)
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