Last night Carter wanted to sit in my lap, but as I really have no lap, he ended up kind of slinging himself across me and holding on for dear life, his limbs spilling over my arms. I tried to cradle him a little and he looked up at me and asked "mama's little baby?" Thinking it was the sweetest thing ever, I responded "yeah, you're still mama's little baby. You'll always be my little baby!" He responded by laughing and said "that's slilly!"
He won't be a teenager for 11 more years and he's already making fun on my sentimental moments.
Awww! You should read him that book called "I love you forever" or something like that. Have you heard of it?
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