That’s My Boy


Lincoln came into the kitchen last night as I was cleaning up after dinner and walked over and gave me a big hug. He told me, “Mommy, you are a dream come true. I love my life and I love you.”

I was getting all ooey gooey. Then he pulls down his pants and underwear, bends over and shows me his starfish and tell me to “feast my eyes”. And runs out of the room.

That’s my child.



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2 responses to “That’s My Boy

  1. Boys… they’re gross & mushy gushy all in one – LOVE!

  2. At least he told you he loved you first.

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