Boy

He knows how to turn lights on and off. We stand by the light switch in the bathroom while he plays with them. On and off. On and off.

He laughs when I kiss his belly. It's a big, funny belly laugh. It's hilarious when I throw a ball in the air and catch it. He thinks it's the funniest thing in the entire world. He laughs and laughs and laughs.

He is fascinated by computers. I can't use the laptop without him banging on the keyboard and bending the screen back. If I go to the desk, then he climbs on the CPU.

He loves to give kisses. He climbed up to my shoulder yesterday just to give me a kiss. If I kiss his cheek, he returns the favor. Sometimes. Sometimes he's too busy looking at lights and people and shiny, shiny things to give me a kiss. It's okay. I wait.

He tries to keep rhythm when I sing. I pat my legs to the beat and he tries to keep up. Sometimes I clap and he grins and claps along. Not quite on beat, but he loves it. And when we sing "BINGO?" With the clapping? IT BLOWS HIS MIND.

He's my sweet little boy.

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