Today my little boy turns 3. He went from sweet sleepy and easy going baby, to crazy, independent, throw caution to the wind toddler. He keeps us guessing every day, and we usually enjoy watching his crazy antics.
This morning when Henry came in to wake me up telling us all about the "Happy Birthday stuff" that was in the living room and on his door. I asked him if he was finally 3, and he just said, "No Mom, I am 14." Since I didn't understand him, I said, "You're 18?" And he started laughing, "No Mom, I'm not 18, I'm just 14." Gee, I can't believe I made that mistake.My tiny little teenager.
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