He of course informs me that he is NOT a baby and that I should quit calling him that.
Okay, my little wuvee duvee cutie pie…
Let's just face it….he can't win this. I mean look at him.
Of course, it doesn't help that it looks like the cake is bigger than he is. Probably is…that tiny thing. But 5. Where did it go? I think I might have slept or blinked or spaced out because something happened to my little baby.
This one.
My baby.
Looks like this….and just turned five.
Waaaahhhhhh!!!! Make it stop, make it stop. I want to get off this ride now. Slow it down people.
Happy birthday my beautiful little one….you will always be my baby.
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