the young one
Tonight we went to pick up #4 from his friend's house. He is at that age where the man is trying to sneak out from behind the bumpy skin and the loud and cracking voice. Where he thinks he needs us a little less.
He is my baby, but not for long.
My affectionate and loving young one.
2 comments
He is a handsome one! How are you old enough to have one that old?
Ah, those years, they sneak on by don't they?
He is so darn cute! I have one of those too. Why do they have to grow!
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