Cleaning up the bedroom with the Wife passed out on the couch, Fuss climbing all over everything nonstop and jabbering relentlessly in my ear like some kind of crack addicted myna bird.
Wedged in the middle of his mighty Tower of Babble, this heart wrencher.
"HEY DADA, SEE THIS PICTURE?!"
It's an oldie from when he was nine or ten months.
"Yeah, I see it."
"THAT'S WHEN I WAS A BABY!"
"It sure is."
"Now I'm a little boy."
Aw shit....he's right.
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